Odes 1.20 (Martin): Vile Potabis

Our common Sabine wine shall be
The only drink I'll give to thee,
In modest goblets too;
'Twas stored in crock of Grecian delf,
Dear knight Maecenas, by myself,
That very day, when through

The theatre thy plaudits rang,
And sportive echo caught the clang,
And answer'd from the banks
Of thine own dear paternal stream,
Whilst Vatican renew'd the theme
Of homage and of thanks!

Old Caecuban, the very best,
And juice in vats Calenian press'd
You drink at home, I know:
My cups no choice Falernian fills,
Nor unto them do Formia's hills
Impart a temper'd glow.