"TO MAECENAS, 3, VIII Today is a feast, it's the beginning of the year,/ and we want to uncork a little pear wine,/ that has made a bed in the cellar/ since Tullus was Consul here;/ And pulled the pitch from the cork/ fill up to a hundred the glasses, and then filled/ living, and say «to the friend's health/ that fortune wanted to save»./ And the dinner must make daylight break,/ Maecenas, without anger or bile,/ torches and candles must be consumed,/ we want to go wild tonight. (Translation in Neapolitan of a poem by Ovid)"
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