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 Because, you know, hot wines do double wrong; They dull the palate, and they edge the tongue. On go Vibidius and his mate, and tilt Whole flagons into cups Allifæ-built: We follow suit: the host's two friends alone Forbore to treat the wine-flask as their own.
 * A lamprey now appears, a sprawling fish,

With shrimps about it swimming in the dish. Whereon our host remarks: "This fish was caught While pregnant: after spawning it is naught. We make our sauce with oil, of the best strain Venafrum yields, and caviare from Spain, Pour in Italian wine, five years in tun, While yet 'tis boiling; when the boiling's done, Chian suits best of all; white pepper add, And vinegar, from Lesbian wine turned bad. Rockets and elecampanes with this mess To boil, is my invention, I profess: To put sea-urchins in, unwashed as caught, 'Stead of made pickle, was Curtillus' thought."
 * Meantime the curtains o'er the table spread

Came tumbling in a heap from overhead, Dragging withal black dust in whirlwinds, more Than Boreas raises on Campania's floor: We, when the shock is over, smile to see The danger less than we had feared 'twould be, And breathe again. Poor Rufus drooped his head And wept so sore, you'd think his son was dead: And things seemed hastening to a tragic end, But Nomentanus thus consoled his friend: