Æthops, who with his fervent heat doth ripen Th' autumnal vines of sweetly flow'ring Bacchus, From which men also call wine Æthops (αἴθοπα οἶνον). And Ulysses gave Twelve large vessels of unmix'd red wine, Mellifluous, undecaying, and divine, Which now (some ages from his race conceal'd) The hoary sire in gratitude reveal'd. Such was the wine, to quench whose fervent steam Scarce twenty measures from the living stream To cool one cup sufficed; the goblet crown'd, Breathed aromatic fragrancies around.[55] And Timotheus, in his Cyclops, says— He fill'd one cup, of well-turn'd iv'ry made, With dark ambrosial drops of foaming wine; And twenty measures of the sober stream He poured in, and with the blood of Bacchus Mingled fresh tears, shed by the weeping nymphs. 14. And I know, my messmates, of some men who were proud, not so much of their wealth in money as of the possession of many cups of silver and gold; one of whom is Pytheas the Arcadian, of the town of Phigalea, who, even when dying, did not hesitate to enjoin his servants to inscribe the following verses on his tomb:— This is the tomb of Pytheas, a man Both wise and good, the fortunate possessor Of a most countless number of fine cups, Of silver made, and gold, and brilliant amber. These were his treasures, and of them he had A store, surpassing all who lived before him. And Harmodius the Lepreatian mentions this fact in his treatise on the Laws and Customs subsisting in Phigalea. And Xenophon, in the eighth book of his Cyropædia, speaking of the Persians, writes as follows—"And also they pride themselves exceedingly on the possession of as many goblets as possible; and even if they have acquired them by notorious malpractices, they are not at all ashamed of so doing; for injustice and covetousness are carried on to a great degree among them." But Œdipus cursed his sons on account of some drinking-cups (as the author of the Cyclic poem called the Thebaïs says), because they set before him a goblet which he had forbidden; speaking as follows:— [Sidenote: DRINKING-CUPS.] But the divine, the golden-hair'd hero, Great Polynices, set before his father first A silver table, beautifully wrought, Whilome the property of th' immortal Cadmus; And then he fill'd a beauteous golden cup Up to the brim with sweet and fragrant wine; But Œdipus, when with angry eyes he saw The ornaments belonging to his sire Now set before him, felt a mighty rage, Which glow'd within his breast, and straightway pour'd The bitterest curses forth on both his sons, (Nor were they by the Fury all unheard,) Praying that they might never share in peace The treasures of their father, but for ever With one another strive in arms and war.