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Unknown Medieval Poet
c. 13th Century


Theme:  Partying


Other English translations:
To you, consummate drinkers (Waddell)


NOTES:
Liber is another name of Bacchus/Dionysus.
- S. H. Bass    



more Wine Poems of Medieval Europe at vintagewinepoems.com
A Sequence In Praise Of Wine (Symonds)
Come, sweetheart, come
(Waddell)
Dancing Girl of Syria
(Waddell)
The Abbot Adam of Angers
(Waddell)
The standing corn is green
by Sedulius Scottus      
     (Waddell)

There's No Lust Like To Poetry
(Symonds)

Poems with multiple translations:

The Confession of Golias
(Symonds)
The Confession Of The Archpoet
(Waddell)


Wine, Women, And Song: Medieval Latin Students' Songs (1884) by John Addinton Symonds
FREE E-BOOK from Project Gutenberg


Stop Button Clutter!
Bacchic Frenzy
Unknown Medieval Poet (c. 13th century)
translated by John Addington Symonds (1840-1893), English poet

Topers in and out of season!
'Tis not thirst but better reason
Bids you tope on steadily! –
Pass the wine-cup, let it be
Filled and filled for bout on bout
Never sleep!
Racy jest and song flash out!
Spirits leap!

Those who cannot drink their rations,
Go, begone from these ovations!
Here's no place for bashful boys;
Like the plague, they spoil our joys. –
Bashful eyes bring rustic cheer
When we're drunk,
And a blush betrays a drear
Want of spunk.

If there's here a fellow lurking
Who his proper share is shirking,
Let the door to him be shown,
From our crew we'll have him thrown; –
He's more desolate than death,
Mixed with us;
Let him go and end his breath!
Better thus!

When your heart is set on drinking,
Drink on without stay or thinking,
Till you cannot stand up straight,
Nor one word articulate! –
But herewith I pledge to you
This fair health:
May the glass no mischief do,
Bring you wealth!

Wed not you the god and goddess,
For the god doth scorn the goddess;
He whose name is Liber, he
Glories in his liberty.
All her virtue in the cup
Runs to waste,
And wine wedded yieldeth up
Strength and taste.

Since she is the queen of ocean,
Goddess she may claim devotion;
But she is no mate to kiss
His superior holiness.
Bacchus never deigned to be
Watered, he!
Liber never bore to be
Christened, he!


from Wine, Women, And Song:  Medieval Latin Students' Songs (1884)

       
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