Seven tables, seven couches,
Poppy cakes, flaxseed cakes
Sesame cakes, drinking cups
Of beaten gold.
Alkman, Fragment 37
When the winejar goes around,
Silence the man whose gossip's war
Grief of fighting, ugly death.
With wine we want the talk to be
Of Aphrodite's glancing eye
And supple dancers to the lyre.
Anakreon, Fragement 119
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