Cake

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