In Lachrymas Verterat Omne Merum. Tib. Lib. I. Eleg. 5. Press The Grape, And Let It Pour Around The Board Its Purple Shower: And, While The Drops My Goblet Steep, I'll Think In Woe The Clusters Weep. Weep On, Weep On, My Pouting Vine! Heaven Grant No Tears, But Tears Of Wine. Weep On; And, As Thy Sorrows Flow, I'll Taste The Luxury Of Woe.