"TOAST
from Juvenilia, XCIV
Evoe, Lyaeus: you open minds,
And kindle hope.
Evoe, Lyaeus: in the goblets
Smoke, gurgle and shine.
You try the constant boredom
With wines from every land
And the rushing nausea
You restrain with the sharp Rhine.
He who at pallid dinners
Changes peoples and trades
And from betrayed nations
Seeks gold and infamy:
May the wine of Italian hills
Comfort our souls
Even against fates ready
Where Tarchon reigned..."
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