Book I, Epigram 48 (Ker)

The trainers have not torn bulls from these yawning mouths wherethrough, a nimble prey, the hare comes and goes, and — greater marvel yet! — issues out of the foe's jaws more agile than before; some spirit from a beast so noble he wins. No safer is he while he speeds along the lonely sand, nor is he in such ward when shut in a cage. If thou wouldst shun, impudent hare, the bite of dogs, thou hast thy refuge, the lion's mouth.