Book VII, Epigram 20 (Ker)

No miserliness or gluttony is equal to Santra's. When he has been invited and has hurried off to the grand dinner which he has for so many nights and days fished for, he asks thrice for kernels of boar, four times for the loin, and for each leg of a hare, and both wings; nor does he blush to tell lies about a fieldfare, and to snatch the discoloured beards of oysters. With mouthfuls of cake he stains his soiled napkin; there too are packed preserved grapes, and a few grains of pomegranate, and the unsightly skin of a scooped out haggis, and an oozing fig, and a flabby mushroom. And when his napkin is already bursting under his thousand thefts, he secretes in the reeking folds of his gown gnawed vertebrae, and a turtle-dove shorn of its head already gobbled up. Nor does he think it disgraceful to pick up with a long arm whatever the sweeper and the dogs have left. Nor are eatables sufficient loot for him: he fills behind his back a flagon with the wine and water. When that greedy fellow has carried these things home up two hundred stairs, and anxiously shut himself in his locked garret, the next day — he sells the lot!