Horace - The First Book Of The Odes Of Horace (Chap. 29) lyrics

Ode XXIX To Iccius O Iccius, you now covet the opulent treasures of the Arabians, and are preparing vigorous for a war against the kings of Saba, hitherto unconquered, and are forming chains for the formidable Mede. What barbarian virgin shall be your slave, after you have k**ed her betrothed husband? What boy from the court shall be made your cup-bearer, with his perfumed locks, sk**ed to direct the Seric arrows with his father's bow? Who will now deny that it is probable for precipitate rivers to flow back again to the high mountains, and for Tiber to change his course, since you are about to exchange the noble works of Panaetius, collected from all parts, together with the whole Socratic family, for Iberian armor, after you had promised better things?