All eyes were on the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle. They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the bride kissed her father and placed something in his hand.
The guests in the front pews responded with ripples of laughter. Even the minister smiled broadly. As her father gave her away in marriage, the bride gave him back his credit card.
| Bacchus must now his power resign— I am the only God of Wine! It is not fit the wretch should be In competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more than he. |
De-acuma jos cu Bachus – Eu Voi fi al vinurilor zeu! Lui, bietul, nu i se cuvine Să stea la-ntrecere cu mine, Căci sug de zece ori mai bine. |
| Make a new world, ye powers divine! Stock’d with nothing else but Wine: Let Wine its only product be, Let Wine be earth, and air, and sea— And let that Wine be all for me! |
O nouă lume Dumnezeu Să facă!… după gustul meu: Să văd, prin forţele divine, Că-n lut, mări, aer numai vin e – Şi tot vinaţu-i pentru mine! |
| Henry Carey | traducere de Leon Leviţchi |
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