From room to room their eager view they bend: Thence to the bath, a beauteous pile, descend; Where a bright damsel-train attend the guests With liquid odours, and embroiderd vests. Pope.Odyssey, Book IV. Line 57.
Your other task, ye menial train, forbear: Now wash the stranger, and the bed prepare; With splendid palls the downy fleece adorn: Uprising early with the purple morn, His sinews shrunk with age, and stiff with toil, In the warm bath foment with fragrant oil. Pope.Odyssey, Book XIX. Line 362.
The train prepare a cruse of curious mold, A cruse of fragrance, formd of burnishd gold; Odour divine! whose soft refreshing streams Sleek the smooth skin, and scent the snowy limbs. Pope.Odyssey, Book VI. Line 91.