Compelled by his hungers, febrile and fetid, he scratches and belches, his lusts unabated; feculent, filthy, goatish, a swine, vigorous, ebrious, lusty, divine! Impelled by appetites, wine, and crude song, there's chaste to be chased 'neath the myrtle 'til dawn, and when he succumbs to the drink, the old sod, the townspeople cheer and call him a god.