Carmen Circulare

Dellius, that car which, night and day, Lightnings and thunders arm and scourge — Tumultuous down the Appian Way — Be slow to urge. Though reckless Lydia bid thee fly, And Telephus o'ertaking jeer, Nay, sit and strongly occupy The lower gear. They call, the road consenting, "Haste!" — Such as delight in dust collected — Until arrives (I too have raced!) The unexpected. What ox not doomed to die alone, Or inauspicious hound, may bring Thee 'twixt two kisses to the throne Of Hades' King, I cannot tell; the Furies send No warning ere their bolts arrive. 'Tis best to reach our chosen end Late but alive.