Book IX, Epigram 43 (Ker)

He who seated makes softer the hard stones by a stretched lion's skin, a huge god in small shape of bronze, and who, with face upturned, regards the stars he shouldered, whose left hand is aglow with strength, his right with wine''— no recent work of fame is he, nor the glory of Roman chisel: Lysij)pus' noble gift and handiwork you see." This deity the board of Pella's tyrant disjilayed, he who lies in a world he swiftly subdued; by him Hannibal, then a boy, swore at Libyan altars; he bade fierce Sulla resign his power. Vexed by the boastful threats of fickle courts, he is glad now to dwell beneath a private roof; and, as he was of old the guest of gentle Molorchus,' so has he now chosen to be the god of learned Vindex.