<span style="color:#323232;">Aeneas and his chiefs,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">with fair Iulus, under spreading boughs
</span><span style="color:#323232;">of one great tree made resting-place, and set
</span><span style="color:#323232;">the banquet on. Thin loaves of altar-bread
</span><span style="color:#323232;">along the sward to bear their meats were laid
</span><span style="color:#323232;">(such was the will of Jove), and wilding fruits
</span><span style="color:#323232;">rose heaping high, with Ceres' gift below.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Soon, all things else devoured, their hunger turned
</span><span style="color:#323232;">to taste the scanty bread, which they attacked
</span><span style="color:#323232;">with tooth and nail audacious, and consumed
</span><span style="color:#323232;">both round and square of that predestined leaven.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">“Look, how we eat our tables even!” cried
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Iulus, in a jest.
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This is from a translation of the Aeneid, published in 19 BCE.