Book IX, Epigram 90 (Ker)

So, on flower-spangled sward reclining, where in the rimnels sparkling here and there the pebble is tumbled by the rippling wave, with all your frets banished afar, may you with measures of dark wine break through the ice while your brow blushes with rose-stitched chaplets; so for you alone may a fair boy-slave and a mistress most pure be eager, if, as I warn and pray you, Flaccus, you beware of Cyprus of evil name in summer's height, when the threshing-floor shall bray the rustling harvests, and the Lion's mane be hot with rage. But do thou, goddess of Paphos, send back to our prayers, send back the youth unscathed; so may March's kalends be in fealty to thee, and with incense, and new wine, and victim, there be offered to thee at thy fair altars many a quarter of parcelled cake.