Three kraters (bowls used for wine) do I mix for the temperate:
One to health, which they empty first
The second to love and pleasure
The third to sleep
When this bowl is drunk up, wise guests go home
The fourth bowl is ours no longer but belongs to hubris
The fifth to uproar
The sixth the prancing about
The seventh to black eyes
The eight brings the police
The ninth belongs to vomiting
And the tenth to insanity and hurling of furniture
Eubulus C4th BC
A little amusement I have come across in my study...
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