Odes 1.34 (Creech): Parcus Deorum

I That but seldom did adore,
I that no God but pleasure knew,
Whilst mad Philosophy did blind,
And Epicurus fool'd my Mind;
Must keep that impious Course no more;
But turn my Sails, and steer anew.

For Angry Jove with mighty force,
Whilst all the Skies were bright and clear,
Shot thro the Heaven with pointed flame,
And shook the Universal frame;
He lately drove his thund'ring Horse
And flaming Chariot thro the Air.

This shook the Earth and wandring streams,
This noise disturb'd the quiet Dead;
Thro muddy Styx, thro all beneath,
And thro the shady Walks of Death
Quick Lightning shot unusual beams;
The Ghosts beheld the Light, and fled.

He brings the most obscure to light,
And robs the Glorious of a Crown;
Now tumbles down the mighty Proud
And makes them know there is a God;
Now kicks the lofty into night,
And seats the Peasant in a Throne.