Book XIV, 92: Another

O wretched people, why sit ye? Fly to the ends of the earth, leaving your houses and the lofty summit of the wheel-like city. For neither shall her head remain in its place, nor her body, nor the feet at her extremity, nor the hands, nor is any of the middle left, but all is undiscernible; for she is laid in the dust by fire and by keen Ares driving his Syrian chariot. Many other fortresses shall he destroy, not thine alone, and give to devouring fire many temples of the immortals, which now stand with the sweat running down them, and shaking with fear, and on the summit of their roofs rains black blood foreshowing inevitable disaster. But get you gone from the holy place and steep your souls in calamity.