Book VII, Epigram 7 (Ker)

Albeit the wintry North, and savage Peuce, and Hister glowing with the beat of hooves, and Rhine, his presumptuous horn now shattered thrice, detain thee, while thou dost subdue a false nation's realm, thou ruler supreme of the universe and father of the world, yet thou canst not be parted from our prayers. There, where thou art, are we in vision and in soul, Caesar; and so alone dost thou possess the thoughts of all that the very throng of the mighty Circus knows not whether Passarinus runs or Tigris.