Odes 3.17 (Creech): Aeli Vetusto

GReat Sir from ancient Lamus Sprung,
As noble a descent, as long;
(From Him, the Spring, thy generous Blood
In undisturbed Streams has flow'd;
From him the Lamias took their name,
And swell the Annals of our Fame,
Thy generous Blood rould nobly down
From him that fill'd the Formian Throne
Where swoln with Rain, swift Liris roars,
And washes fair Marica's Shores,
A Potent Scepter grac't his Hand,
And measur'd out a wide Command)
To morrow furious Winds shall spread
The troubled Shore with useless Weed,
And fill the Woods with scatter'd Leaves,
Unless the cawing Crow deceives,
The Crow that still foretells a Rain
And Storm, and never caws in vain:
Now Pile thy Wood whilst sound and dry,
To morrow morn a Pig shall die,
And Wine shall cheer thy Slaves and Thee,
From Country Toyl, and Business free,
And all enjoy a short liv'd Liberty.