SATIRE VIII.
Ut Nasidieni.
Horace.Fundanius.
Horace.
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HAT rich Nasidienus—let me hear
How yesterday you relished his good cheer:
For when I tried to get you, I was told
You'd been there since the day was six hours old.
F. O, 'twas the finest treat.
H.Inform me, pray,
What first was served your hunger to allay.
F. First a Lucanian boar; 'twas captured wild
(So the host told us) when the wind was mild;
Around it, turnips, lettuce, radishes,
By way of whet, with brine and Coan lees.
Then, when the board, a maple one, was cleared,
A high-girt slave with purple cloth appeared
And rubbed and wiped it clean: another boy
Removed the scraps, and all that might annoy:
"While dark Hydaspes, like an Attic maid
Who carries Ceres' basket, grave and staid,
Came in with Cæcuban, and, close behind,
Alcon with Chian, which had ne'er been brined.
