Six, including the host, is the right number--if more it is not a meal but a melee.

Then there are all his relatives to be commemorated in verse, his grandfather and his grandmother and his sisters and his cousins and his aunts (especially his aunts).
And when the family circle palls there is the senior common room to fall back upon and the professors of Bordeaux to be celebrated in their turn.
Professors were important people in the empire of the fourth century; Symmachus says that it is the mark of a flourishing state that good salaries should be paid to professors; though what exactly we are to deduce from that in the light of history I should hesitate to say.

So Ausonius writes a collection of poems about the professors of Bordeaux.
There are thirty-two of them and all are celebrated.

There is Minervius the orator, who had a prodigious memory and after a game of backgammon was wont to conduct a post-mortem over every move.

There is Anastasius the grammarian, who was so foolish as to leave Bordeaux for a provincial university and thenceforth languished in well-merited obscurity.