"The fiery gift of the god is pouring out like a stream from a hill in the background and has loosened all restraint. Bronze-faced men and voluptuously beautiful women give themselves up to enjoyment. "Chi boist et ne reboit ne çais qua boir soit" is the device we read on a roll of music lying in front on the ground. So the dark-eyed beauty holds her cup aloft into which a cup-bearer is pouring the wine, another raises a half-filled crystal cup, one fat reveller drinks from a large jug and another catches the liquid as it flows along the ground like a stream. Here a man and woman are dancing together, their garments fluttering in the wind, whilst in the foreground a fair bacchante, completely nude and overcome by the fumes of wine, has fallen down fast asleep."