Down from the wall Andropono and Moschine He cast into the ditch: a priest the first;
The second, but a worshipper of wine, Drained, at a draught, whole runlets in his thirst;
Aye wonted simple water to decline, Like viper's blood or venom: now immersed In this, he perishes amid that slaughter;
And, what breeds most affliction, dies by water.