Book XI, 60

We wine-drinkers will pour a libation to Bacchus the awakener of laughter, with the cups we will expel man-killing care. Let toiling rustics supply their bread-tolerating bellies with the mother of black-robed Persephone, and we will leave to wild beasts and birds that feed on raw flesh the copious and bloody banquets of meat of slain bulls. Let us surrender the bones of fish that cut the skin to the lips of men to whom Hades is dearer than the sun. But for us let wine the bountiful be ever food and drink, and let others long for ambrosia.