ocr: Iwelve sphered tables, by silk seats isphered, High as the levelofa man's breast reard On tibbards paws, upheld the heavy gold Ofcups and goblets, and the store thrice told OfCeres horn, and, in huge vessels, wine Came from the gloomy tun with merry shine. T'hus loaded with a feast the tables stood... -John Kcais, Lamia, PartII
