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. _A._ After drinking, follow'd revelry: after revelry, the whole hog: After the whole hog, the justice: after that the sentence dire: After which, chains, fetters, fines,—all that, and all that, and all that.—J. BAILEY. * * * * * BACCHYLIDES. (Book ii. § 10, p. 65.) The goblet's sweet compulsion moves The soften'd mind to melting loves. The hope of Venus warms the soul, Mingling in Bacchus' gifted bowl; And buoyant lifts in lightest air The soaring thoughts of human care. Who sips the grape, with single blow Lays the city's rampire low; Flush'd with the vision of his mind He acts the monarch o'er mankind. His bright'ning roofs now gleam on high, All burnish'd gold and ivory: Corn-freighted ships from Egypt's shore Waft to his feet the golden ore: Thus, while the frenzying draught he sips, His heart is bounding to his lips.—ELTON. _The same._