An Ode to Tennent’s (Alcaeus fr. 335)

Why should we give our souls to sadness

When we gain nothing from our grief?

The best pharmacists serve pint glasses.

Hail, Tennent’s! If you’ve got booze, drink.

Graece

οὐ χρῆ κάκοισι θῦμον ἐπιτρέπην,

προκόψομεν γὰρ οὐδὲν ἀσάμενοι,

ὦ Βύκχι, φαρμάκων δ᾽ ἄριστον

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