— but one last And sad ‘Farewell!’ scarce audible, she sighed, And vanisht to the Ghosts that late she left.” […] There is no Love except with Faith, And thine is dead! […] “And still her sign is seen in heaven, And, ’midst the glittering symbols of the sky, The starry crown of Ariadne glides.” […] Then let us Bacchus’ praises duly sing, And consecrated cakes and chargers bring, Dragg’d by their horns let victim goats expire, And roast on hazel spits before the sacred fire.”