With richest wine. At this old Œdipus,
Seeing the honour'd relics of his sire
Profaned to vulgar uses, roused to anger,
Pronounced fierce imprecations, wish'd his sons
Might live no more in amity together,
But plunge in feuds and slaughters, and contend
For their inheritance: and the Furies heard.
J. A. St. John.
(Book xi. § 19, p. 738.)
Troy's lofty towers by Grecians sack'd behold!
Parrhasios' draught, by Mys engraved in gold.
J. A. St. John.
Sopater. (Book xi. § 28, p. 742.)
'Tis sweet in early morn to cool the lips
With pure fresh water from the gushing fount,
Mingled with honey in the Baucalis,
When one o'er night has made too free with wine,
And feels sharp thirst.—J. A. St. John.
Alexis. (Book xi. § 30, p. 743.)
A. But let me first describe the cup; 'twas round,
Old, broken-ear'd, and precious small besides,
Having indeed some letters on't.
B. Yes, letters;
Eleven, and all of gold, forming the name
Of Saviour Zeus.
A. Tush! no, some other god.
J. A. St. John.
Damoxenus. (Book xi. § 35, p. 747.)
A. If this hold not enough, see, the boy comes
Bearing the Elephant!
B. Immortal gods!
