Now that in mid career, checking his force,
The bright sun pauses in his pride and force,
Let us prepare to dine; and eat and drink
The best of everything that heart can think:
And let the shapely Spartan damsel fair
Bring with a rounded arm and graceful air
Water to wash, and garlands for our hair:
In spite of all the systems and the rules
Invented and observed by sickly fools,
Let us be brave, and resolutely drink;
Not minding if the Dog-star rise or sink.