Book I, Epigram 82 (Ker)

This portico which, scattered in clouds of dust, spreads its length of ruin, lo! of how great a mishap does it lie guiltless! For under that roof Regulus had but lately driven and had passed out, when, suddenly o'ercome by its own weight, now it felt no misgiving for its lord, it crashed harmless in careless downfall. Now, Regulus, that fear of such heavy complaining is past, who could deny you are the charge of the gods, you, for whose sake ruin wrought no harm?