Damalis tosses off her wine,But Bassus sure must prove her match tonight.Give us roses all to twine,And parsley green, and lilies deathly white.Every melting eye will restOn Damalis' lovely face; but none may partDamalis from our new-found guest;She clings, and clings, like ivy, round his heart.

Now drink we deep, now featly treadA measure; now before each shrineWith Salian feasts the table spread;The time invites us, comrades mine.'Twas shame to broach, before today,The Caecuban, while Egypt's dameThreaten'd our power in dust to layAnd wrap the Capitol in flame,