A god impels the wind; a god pours out the rivers; grapes are the gift of Bacchus; Ceres presides over the harvest; orchards are the care of Pomona. […] When Bacchus, for thus was he ‌named, had grown out of their guidance, Silenus became his preceptor and foster-father. […] He forbad his subjects to pay adoration to this new God, and when the Theban women had gone out of the city to celebrate his orgies, he ordered the God himself who conducted the religious multitude, to be seized. […] two lamps, burnt out, in darkness lies.” […] Held out to my lips a plucked handful of grass!