Book IX, Epigram 42 (Ker)

So mayst thou, Apollo, be rich in plains of Myrina,i so mayst thou alway delight in hoary swans,so may th}' learned Sisters serve thee, and thy Delphic priestess speak not falsely to any man; so may the Palace court and love thee, if, at thy asking, our kindly Caesar's nod give quickly to Stella the twice six axes. Then I, happy, and a debtor for my vow, will bring thee a victim to thy rustic altar, a steer with gold-gilt horns. The offering is born, Phoebus: why dost thou delay?