The grot he enter’d; pumice built the hall, And tophi made the rustic of the wall; The floor, soft moss a humid carpet spread, And various shells the checker’d roof inlaid: ’Twas now the hour when the declining sun Two thirds had of his daily journey run; At the spread table Theseus took his place, Next his companions in the daring chase; Pirithous here, there elder Lelex lay, His locks betraying age with sprinkled gray: Acharnia’s river-god disposed the rest, Graced with the equal honour of the feast, Elate with joy, and proud of such a guest. The nymphs were waiters, and, with naked feet, In order served the courses of the meat. The banquet done, delicious wine they brought, Of one transparent gem the cup was wrought.