Wine gives courage and makes men apt for passion; care flees and is drowned in much wine. Then laughter comes, then even the poor find vigour, then sorrow and care and the wrinkles of the brow depart. Then simplicity, most rare in our age, lays bare the mind, when the god dispels all craftiness.Related posts:
vina parant animos faciuntque caloribus aptos:
cura fugit multo diluiturque mero.
tunc veniunt risus, tum pauper cornua sumit,
tum dolor et curae rugaque frontis abit. 240
tunc aperit mentes aevo rarissima nostro
simplicitas, artes excutiente deo.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Friday, August 12, 2016
Wine
Ovid, Art of Love 1.237-242 (tr. J.H. Mozley):