Horace Ode 1.37
Now is the time for drinking, now we are free
to strike the ground with our feet, now decorate the scared couch of the Salii
for the gods for it is the time to feast, companion.
previously crimes were produced from the ancestral storeroom of the choice wine from Caecubum, as long as the Capitoline ruin the insane queen of mad death and power is prepared with the impure company of ugly diseased men, anyone of swift fortune and a sweet drunk; but weaken the scarcely one ship to escape, and her frenzied chin reduces the wine from Mareotis in the time Caesar speeds to Actium pressing hard on the oars, just as the hawk catches the soft dove that the hunter on the snowy plain of Thessaly gets the swift hare, so chain that deadly monster, who perished nobly not like a woman afraid of the sword, not lying hidden obtaining a swift political measure, they wait and pine to see the serene face of the queen, strong and fierce in handling the serpents, so that her body drinks up the dark venom, deliberating to bear death, her people on the ships envy her in private for she is lead away triumphant not like a woman.
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