"Our friends can sit at the gates or down the halls
and play their games, debauched to their hearts’ content.
Why not? Their own stores, their bread and seasoned wine,
lie intact at home; food for their serving-men alone.
But they, they infest our palace day and night,
they butcher our cattle, our sheep, our fat goats,
feasting themselves sick, swilling our glowing wine
as if there’s no tomorrow – all of it, squandered."
– Homer
The Odyssey, Book 17, lines 590-597. Penelope complains about the plague of greedy suitors eating and drinking her out of house and home. Her son Telemachus says the same thing in Book 4.