Book X, Epigram 92 (Ker)

Marius, votary of that quiet life you shared with me, citizen in whom ancient Atina makes her boast, these twin pines, the ornament of an untrimmed wood, I commend to you,- and the holm-oaks of the Fawns, and the altars, built by my bailiff's unpractised hand, of the Thunderer and of shaggy Sil- ' vanus, that oft the blood of lamb or goat has stained; and the virgin goddess, queen of her hallowed shrine, and him whom you see, his pure sister's guest, Mars, who rules my birthday kalends; and the laurel grove of dainty Flora, whereinto she fled when Priapus pursued. To all these gentle deities of my small field, whoe'er they be, whom you propitiate, whether with blood or incense, you shall say: "Wherever j our Martial is, behold, by this right hand with me he sacrifices to you, an absent priest. Deem ye tliat he is here, and grant to both whatever either sliall pray for!"