What thing is that?
A. A double-fountain'd cup,
The workmanship of Alcon; it contains
Only three gallons.—J. A. St. John.
Pherecrates. (Book xi. § 62, p. 767.)
Remark, how wisely ancient art provides
The broad-brimm'd cup with flat expanded sides;
A cup contrived for man's discreeter use,
And sober portions of the generous juice:
But woman's more ambitious thirsty soul
Soon long'd to revel in the plenteous bowl;
Deep and capacious as the swelling hold
Of some stout bark she shaped the hollow mould,
Then turning out a vessel like a tun,
Simp'ring exclaim'd—Observe! I drink but one.
Cumberland.
Archilochus. (Book xi. § 66, p. 771.)
Come then, my friend, and seize the flask,
And while the deck around us rolls,
Dash we the cover from the cask,
And crown with wine our flowing bowls.
While the deep hold is tempest-tost,
We'll strain bright nectar from the lees:
For, though our freedom here be lost,
We drink no water on the seas.—C. Merivale.
Alexis. (Book xii. § 1, p. 818; iv. § 59, p. 265, &c.)
You, Sir, a Cyrenean, as I take you,
Look at your sect of desperate voluptuaries;
There's Diodorus—beggary is too good for him—
A vast inheritance in two short years,
Where is it? Squander'd, vanish'd, gone for ever:
So rapid was his dissipation.—Stop!
