Book IX, Epigram 38 (Ker)

Although, Agatbinus, you deftly play a game of highest risk, yet you will not achieve the falling of your buckler. Though you avoid it, it Ibllows you, and, returning through the yielding air, settles on foot or back, on hair or finger-tip. However slippery is the stage with a Corycian saffron-shower, and although rushing winds tear at the awning that cannot be spread, the buckler, though disregarded, pervades the boy's careless limbs, and wind and shower baffle the artist no whit. Although you try to miss, do what you will, you cannot be foiled: art is needed to make your buckler fall.