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"Bacchus that first from out the purple grapes

Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine,

After the Tuscan manners transformed,

Coasting the Tyrrhene shore as the winds listed

On Circe's island fell (who knows not Circe,

The daughter of the Sun? whose charmed cup

Whoever tasted lost his upright shape,

And downward fell into a grovelling swine)."