Epigram 10: Bacchus and Apollo

The thigh-borne bastard of the thrundring Ioue
(When mens inuentions, are of wit most hollow)
He with his spitefull iuice their sprites doth moue,
Vnto t' harmonious musicke of Apollo:
And in a word, I would haue al men know it,
He must drinke wine, that meanes to be a Poet.