The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace

Chapter 17

Chapter 1759 wordsPublic domain

Not though three hundred bullocks flame Each year.

I have at last followed Ritter in taking trecenos as loosely put for 365, a steer for each day in the year. The hyperbole, as he says, would otherwise be too extravagant. And richer spilth the pavement stain.

"Our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine." SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens.