Odes 1.19 (Martin): Mater Saeva Cupidinum

The ruthless mother of wild desires,
And Theban Semele's fervent son,
And wanton idlesse have kindled fires
Within me, I dream'd I had long outrun.
I am madden'd by Glycera's beauty's blaze, —
The marble of Paros is pale beside it —
By her pretty, provoking, and petulant ways,
And face too dazzling for eye to 'bide it.

Into me rushing, hath Venus quite
Forsaken her Cyprus, nor lets me chant
The Scyths and the Parthians, dauntless in flight,
Nor aught that to Love is irrelevant.
Hither, boys, turf of the freshest bring.
Vervain, and incense, and wine unstinted!
The goddess less fiercely my heart shall sting,
When the victim's gore hath her altar tinted.