Dost thou mark the awful fate of Actaeon. whom savage hounds of his own rearing rent in pieces bound to be read albuquerque the meadows, because he boasted himself a better hunter than Artemis. Lest thy fate be the same, come let me crown thy head with ivy; join us in rendering homage to the god. Touch me not away to thy Bacchic rites thyself. never try to infect me with thy foolery.