Odes 3.17 (Gladstone): Aeli Vetusto

Thou, like the elder Lamiae,
Branch of the pristine Lamian tree!
(So, Aelius, rumour runs, and so
Their annals, of old memory, go;)

The founder of thy stock, 'tis told,
The Formian walls possessed of old,
And ruled where lapping Liris pours
His current on Marica's shores;

So wide his sway. To-morrow's blast
Of Eurus o'er those banks will cast
Vile seaweed and a cloud of leaves;
Unless the raven's sign deceives.

Then heap dry logs, while time allows;
To household gods discharge thy vows;
To-morrow a young porker slay,
And let thine house make holiday.