Book VIII, Epigram 55 (Ker)

Loun as is heard the roar through Massylian wilds, oft as the woodland riots with countless lion-hordes, what time the pale shepherd recalls to his Punic stead the startled bulls and flock dismayed, so great a terror roared but now on Ausonia's sand. Who but would deem it a herd? 'Twas a single beast, but one whose laws even the very lions would tremble at, to whom marble-dight Numidia would assign a crown. Oh, what glory, what dignity did not the tawny cloud of his curved mane, when it stood erect, shed upon his, neck! How that broad breast became mighty spears, and how great joy he won by his noble death I Whence came, Libya, so blest an honour to thy woods? Had he come down from Cybele's yoke? Or rather, did thy brother, Germauicus, or thy sire himself, send down this beast from Hercules' star? '