"Haec ego mente olim laeva, studioque supino, nequitiae posui vana
tropaea meae.
Scilicet abreptum sic me malus impulit error, indocilisque aetas prava
magistra fuit; donec Socraticos umbrosa Academia rivos praebuit,
admissum dedocuitque iugum."
"But why do you complain that poetry is a fugitive from wine and
feasting? Song loves Bacchus and Bacchus loves songs. Phoebus was not
ashamed to wear the green garland of ivy and to prefer its leaves to his
own laurel. On the Aonian hills the chorus of the Nine has often mingled
with the rout of Thyoneus and raised the cry, EVOE!"
Milton Elegy 7