Odes 3.17 (Martin): Aeli Vetusto

Aelius, sprung from Lamos old,
That mighty king, who first, we're told
Ruled forted Formiae,
And all the land on either hand,
Where Liris by Marica's strand
Goes rippling to the sea;

Unless yon old soothsaying crow
Deceive me, from the East shall blow
To-morrow such a blast,
As will with leaves the forest strew,
And heaps of useless algae too
Upon the sea-beach cast.

Dry fagots, then, house while you may;
Give all your household holiday
To-morrow, and with wine
Your spirits cheer, be blithe and bold,
And on a pigling two moons old
Most delicately dine!