Book VIII, Epigram 78 (Ker)

Sports which a Phlegraean victory might have craved for its own, which thy Indian pageant, Lyaeus, might liave craved to be thine, Stella, honouring the Northern triumph, has given; and yet — what modesty is his, what loyalty! — he holds them too small. Not for him suffices the wealth of Hermus, dark with tumbled gold, and of Tagus echoing in the Western world. Euch day provides its own gifts; the cord's rich burden fails not, and full-laden sjjoil falls upon the people; now come in sudden showers sportive tokens;'' now the bounteous ticket assigns the beasts of the arena; now the bird is glad to fill a lap that gives it safety, and — that it be not torn asunder — wins, while apart, by lot its owner. Why should I count the chariots, and victory's thrice ten prizes, which both consuls are not always wont to give? But all, Caesar, is surpassed by this great glory, that thy triumph hath thee a spectator.