Horace, Carmina 1.4

The winter in its sharpness is dissolved, of spring
And of Favonus through a gentle change. Drag
Machines parched keels, and neither does the plowman 'joice
In fire, the cattle in stalls;
The fields grow not albine with floury frosts.
Now the Cytherean, rising of moon, now Venus
Leads on the dance: the Nymphs with joined hands, the decorous
Graces tread alternate foot on the earth,
While Vulcan, with all his gravity, burns
On the gaze of his Cyclops'
Workshops. Now we should garland sheared skulls
With green myrtle or flora, which the freed earth
Provides. Also, it's right to immolate in shady groves
For Faunus, whether the young goat asks
Or limp lamb requests.

Pallid Death beats with an unconcerned foot
At the taverns of paupers and towers of kings. Happy Sestius:
The brief summit of life forbids one undertake
A longer hope, for presently night presses you, and shades --
Forlorn Proserpine host; where soon you wander
Will partake of the kingdoms of wine
With the dice, or will you lust after Lycidus, tender,
For whom now the youths grow all hot,
And after the Virgins will warm?