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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.