Serving-boy, fill for me stronger cups of old Falernian, since Postumia, the mistress’s, laws demand it,

“Serving-boy, fill for me stronger cups of old Falernian,
since Postumia, the mistress’s, laws demand it,
she who’s juicier than the juicy grape.
But you water, fatal to wine, away with you:
far off, wherever, be off to the strict.
This wine is Bacchus’s own.”

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