天国のアナクレオンへ
And there with good fellows,
We'll learn to intwine
The Myrtle of Venus
With Bacchus' Vine.
The news through Olympus
Immediately flew;
When Old Thunder pretended
To give himself airs.
"If these Mortals are suffered
Their scheme to pursue,
The devil a Goddess,
Will stay above stairs.
Hark, already they cry,
In transports of joy,
'Away to the Sons
Of Anacreon we'll fly,