On the Spectacles, 12 (Ker)

When, amid the cruel hazards of Caesar's hunt, a light spear had pierced a pregnant sow, there sprang forth one of her offspring from the wound of its unhappy dam. O fell Lucina, was this a birth? Yet would she, wounded by more darts than one, have welcomed death, that a sad path should open for all her brood. Who gainsays the birth of Bacchus from his mother's death? Believe ye, thus sprang a deity: thus was born a beast.