And Alcman the poet records himself to have been a great eater, in his third book of Odes, when he says—
And presently I will bestowAnd in his fifth book he also displays his love of eating, speaking thus—
On you a large round dish well fill'd;
And even now 'tis on the fire,
Full of pulse-broth, which e'en the glutton
Alcman would like to feast on warm,
After the wintry solstice sets in;
For he for dainties does not care,
But loves the common people's dishes,
As long as they are full enough.
God has bestow'd on man three various seasons,And Anaxilas the comic poet, speaking in his play called Chrysochous of a man named Ctesias, says—
The summer, and the winter, and the autumn;
And a fourth too, the spring, when men can dance,
But scarce are able to get much to eat.
You now have nearly all things, save the artAnd in his Rich Men he says—
Of Ctesias himself; for wise men say,
That he does recognise nought but the beginning
Of a rich banquet, and denies the end.
A. Others may also burst when fed too wellAnd in his play called The Graces he includes a man called Cranaus in his list of great eaters; saying—
Not Ctesias alone.-
B. What should hinder it?
A. For he, as wise men say, loves the beginning
Of any feast, but ne'er can make an end of it.
Men do not come and ask at random now,And Philetærus, in his Atalante, says—
Does Cranaus eat less than Ctesias?
Or do they both keep constantly devouring?
If it were needful, I could run more stadiaAnd Anaxippus, in his Thunderbolt, says—
Than e'er were run by Sotades; I surpass
E'en Taureas himself in these my labours;
And out-run Ctesias himself in eating.
A. For now I see Damippus here approachingAnd in these lines the comic poet shows that it was from this man that he had given his play the title of The Thunderbolt. And Theophilus, in his Epidaurus, says—
From the palaestra.
B. What! that man of stone?
[p. 657] Him whom your friends e'en now, from his great strength,
Surname the Thunderbolt?
A. Most probably;
For I think he will overturn all tables
Which he once strikes with his consuming jaw.
There was a Mantinean centurion,And, in his Pancratiast, he introduces the athlete as eating a great deal, where he says—
Atrestides his name; who of all men
That ever lived could eat the greatest quantity.
A. Of boil'd meat about three mine weight.
B. Now mention something else.
A. A fine pig's face;
A ham; four pettitoes;—
B. Oh, Hercules!
A. Three calves' feet, and one hen.
B. Oh, Phœbus, oh!
A. Two minæ weight of figs: that's all.
B. And how much did you drink?
A. Twelve measures only
Of unmix'd wine.
B. Oh, Bacchus! oh, Sabazius!