LXXVII.—To the Drunkards.

I place no limit to a drunkard; but I prefer a beast.  From those who are proud in drinking thou withdrawest in thine inner mind, holding the power of the ruler, O fool, among Cyclopes.  Thence in the histories thou criest, While I am dead I drink not.  Be it mine to drink the best things, and to be wise in heart.  Rather give assistance (what more seekest thou to abuse?) to the lowest pauper, and ye shall both be refreshed.  If thou doest such things, thou extinguishest Gehenna for thyself.