Book XII, Epigram 3 (Ker)

You that lately used to be sent from the City to the provinces, ho! you will now go to Rome, O foreign book, from the people of gold-bearing Tagus and of rugged Salo, native streams that a great land makes mine. Yet you will not be a stranger, nor can you now be called a visitor, whose many brothers the lofty house of Remus holds. Of your own right make for the reverend threshold of the new temple where a fane has been restored to the Pierian choir. ' Or, if you prefer, you will walk through the entrance to the Subura; there stands the high hall of my consul; eloquent Stella inhabits a house crowned with bay — illustrious Stella, who thirsts for the stream of his lanthis; a fount of Castaly there proudly wells with its glassy torrent, whereof the Nine Dames oft, they say, have drunk. He will give you to people and senate and knight to be read, nor with eyes overtearless will he himself read you through. Why do you require a title .'' Let two or three verses be read: all will cry that you, O book, are mine.