Kitap 11
42
And Antiphanes mentions this kind of cup, in his Similitudes, saying— And when they had done supper, (for I wish To put all things that happen'd in the interval Together,) then the thericlean cup Of Jove the Saviour was introduced, Full of the luscious drops which o'er the sea Came from the isle of the delicious drinks, The sea-girt Lesbos, full, and foaming up, And each one in his right hand gladly seized it. And Eubulus, in his Dolon, says— I never drain'd a cup more carefully, For I did make the earthen cask more clean Than Thericles did make his well-turn'd cups E'en in his youth. And, in his Dice-players, he says— And then they drain'd the valiant cup yclept The thericlean; foaming o'er the brim, With Lacedæmonian lip, loud sounding As if 'twere full of pebbles, dark in colour, A beauteous circle, with a narrow bottom, Sparkling and brilliant, beautifully wash'd, All crown'd with ivy; and the while they call'd On the great name of Jove the Saviour. And Ararus, or Eubulus, whichever it was who was the author of the Campylion, says— O potter's earth, you whom great Thericles Once fashion'd, widening out the circling depth Of your large hollow sides; right well must you Have known the natures and the hearts of women, That they are not well pleased with scanty cups. And Alexis, in his Horseman, says— There is, besides, a thericlean cup, Having a golden wreath of ivy round it, Carved on it, not appended. And in his Little Horse he says— He drank a thericlean cup of unmix'd wine, Right full, and foaming o'er the brim.
