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Aristophanes. (Book i. § 55, p. 50.)
For the Athenian people neither love
Harsh crabbed bards, nor crabbed Pramnian wines,
Which pinch the face up and the belly too;
But mild, sweet-smelling, nectar-dropping cups.—Walsh.
Diphilus. (Book ii. § 2, p. 58.)
Oh! friend to the wise, to the children of song,
Take me with thee, thou wisest and sweetest, along;
To the humble, the lowly, proud thoughts dost thou bring,
For the wretch who has thee is as blythe as a king:
From the brows of the sage, in thy humorous play,
Thou dost smooth every furrow, every wrinkle away;
To the weak thou giv'st strength, to the mendicant gold,
And a slave warm'd by thee as a lion is bold.
J. A. St. John.
Eubulus. (Book ii. § 3, p. 59.)
Three cups of wine a prudent man may take;
The first of these for constitution's sake;
The second to the girl he loves the best;
The third and last to lull him to his rest,
Then home to bed! but if a fourth he pours,
That is the cup of folly, and not ours;
Loud noisy talking on the fifth attends;
The sixth breeds feuds and falling-out of friends;
Seven beget blows and faces stain'd with gore;
Eight, and the watch-patrole breaks ope the door;
Mad with the ninth, another cup goes round,
And the swill'd sot drops senseless to the ground.
Cumberland.
Epicharmus. (Book ii. § 3, p. 59.)
A. After sacrifice, then came feasting.
B. Beautiful, by Jupiter!
A. After feasting drink we merrily.
B. Charming! I do truly think.
