Old Fool, An

When I see you among the young men, the very spirit of youth is with me and though I am old I seem to be winged for the dance.
I leap about wildly! Cybele could not surpass me. I would have flowers in my hair.
Grey age be far from me! Like a young man I will dance with the young.
Bring me the life-giving wine of the god and see the strength of the old man who teaches you how to sing, how to drink and how to dance with graciousness!
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