Now the author of the Cyprian poems, whoever he was, says— No better remedies than wine there are,O king, to drive away soul-eating care. And Diphilus the comic poet says— O Bacchus, to all wise men dear,How very kind you do appear;You make the lowly-hearted proud,And bid the gloomy laugh aloud;You fill the feeble man with daring,And cowards strut and bray past bearing. And Philoxenus of Cythera says— Good store of wine which makes men talk. But Chæremon the tragedian says, that wine inspires those who use it with Laughter and wisdom and prudence and learning. And Ion of Chios calls wine Youth of indomitable might,With head of bull; the loveliest wightWho ever rank'd as Love's esquire,Filling men with strength and fire. And Mensitheus says— Great was the blessing, when the gods did showSweet wine to those who how to use it know;But where bad men its righteous use pervert,To such, I trow, it will be rather hurt.For to the first it nourishment supplies,Strengthens their bodies, and their minds makes wise;A wholesome physic 'tis when mix'd with potions,Heals wounds as well as plasters or cold lotions.Wine to our daily feasts brings cheerful laughter,When mix'd with proper quantities of water;Men saucy get if one-third wine they quaff;While downright madness flows from half-and-half;And neat wine mind and body too destroys;While moderation wise secures our joys.And well the oracle takes this position,That Bacchus is all people's best physician.