The Cup

Ye mock me, wantons, that I come among you
Drunken, bedecked with garlands
Like a white sacrificial bull.
Laugh then!
So Cypris laughing shakes one petal down
From her rose-braided hair,
Honeyed with kisses, to perfume
The glowing purple that brims up this gold.
Laugh then, and mock, but kiss me! For what man
Would come among you sober? Wise, I come
Borne on Silenus' ass to praise Eros.