Now drink we, quod he, of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel of my body but my soul's bodiment.
"Ulysses"
James Joyce
A mazer, forty-seven ounces.
"Ravensdene Court"
J. S. (Joseph Smith) Fletcher
With that cometh out the carle again, bearing a little keg and a mazer roughly wrought; and he came to Birdalone, and sat down, and bade her sit by him, and said to her: Maybe I shall hear more of thy sweet voice when thy sweet lips have been in the cup.
"The Water of the Wondrous Isles"
William Morris