Book VI, Epigram 89 (Ker)

When Panaretus in his cups was, by snapping his fingers, requiring — it being now midnight — a necessary vase, a Spoletian jar was handed him, one which he had already drained dry by himself, and the whole flagon had not been sufficient for his single self. He, with scrupulous accuracy, remeasured to the jar the wine he had drunk from it, and returned the full burden of his wine-holder. Do you wonder the flagon took all he had drunk? Don't wonder any longer, Rufus: he had drunk his wine neat!