GOD Lyaeus, ever young, 
Ever honour'd, ever sung, 
Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, 
In a thousand lusty shapes 
Dance upon the mazer's brim, 
In the crimson liquor swim; 
From thy plenteous hand divine 
Let a river run with wine: 
   God of youth, let this day here 
   Enter neither care nor fear.