Book V, Epigram 1 (Ker)

This to thee, Caesar, whether them art enjoying the hills of Alba dear to Pallas, and dost look forth, here on Trivia's fane, there on the waves of Thetis; or whether the truth-speaking Sisters learn the oracles thou dost inspire, where, hard by the town, sleeps the ocean's level wave; whether Aeneas' nurse delights thee, or the daughter of the Sun, or gleaming Anxur with its healthful waters, this book I send, O thou blest guardian and saviour of the state, whose safety assures us that Jove is grateful. Do thou but receive it; I will deem that thou hast read it, and in my pride have the joy of my Gallic trustfulness.