Chromis et Mnasyllos in antro Silenum pueri somno videre iacentem, inflatum hesterno venas, ut semper, Iaccho; serta procul, tantum capiti delapsa, iacebant et gravis attrita pendebat cantharus ansa.
The lads Chromis and Mnasyllos saw Silenus lying asleep in a cave, his veins swollen, as ever, with the wine of yesterday. Hard by lay the garlands, just fallen from his head, and his heavy tankard was hanging by its well-worn handle.
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