Book VII, 384

Of Aristomache the talkative friend of the vine, who loved Bacchus much more than did his nurse Ino, when she went under holy earth, and the spirit of her who had enjoyed so many a cup had utterly faded, said “Shake, Minos, the light urn. I will fetch the dark water from Acheron; for I too slew a young husband.” This falsehood she told in order that even among the dead she should be able to look at a jar.