Book XII, Epigram 15: Adulatorium Caesari

Whatever shined in the Parrhasian Hall
Is to our eyes and to our gods given all,
Jupiter stands and wonders to behold
Himself in Scythian flames of sparckling gold;
Great Caesar's pleasant pride, and vast expence.
These Cups may suit with Jove's magnificence,
Such as may well become the Phrygian Boy,
Now all with Jove are rich and clad with joy.
It shames it shames me to confess of yore
How all of us with Jove were very poor.