And Antiphanes mentions this kind of cup, in his Similitudes, saying—
And when they had done supper, (for I wishAnd Eubulus, in his Dolon, says—
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.
I never drain'd a cup more carefully,And, in his Dice-players, he says—
For I did make the earthen cask more clean
Than Thericles did make his well-turn'd cups
E'en in his youth.
And then they drain'd the valiant cup ycleptAnd Ararus, or Eubulus, whichever it was who was the author of the Campylion, says—
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.
O potter's earth, you whom great ThericlesAnd Alexis, in his Horseman, says—
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.
There is, besides, a thericlean cup,And in his Little Horse he says—
Having a golden wreath of ivy round it,
Carved on it, not appended.
He drank a thericlean cup of unmix'd wine,
Right full, and foaming o'er the brim.