Among the daring lambs the wolf doth stray, The forest scatters wild leaves in thy way, The ditcher-man rejoices in his mirth Thrice with his foot to beat the hated earth. LIBER III. CARMEN XXIII. Caelo supinas si tuleris manus Nec pestilentem sentiet Africum Rubiginem aut dulces alumni Nam quae nivali pascitur Algido Aut crescit Albanis in herbis BOOK III. ODE XXIII. If upward to the Heaven thy hands thou lift, Cervice tinguet: te nihil attinet Temptare multa caede bidentium Parvos coronantem marino Rore deos fragilique myrto. Immunis aram si tetigit manus, Non sumptuosa blandior hostia Mollivit aversos penates Farre pio et saliente mica. Dye with its neck. Naught doth it thee avail By shedding blood of many beasts to' assail Thy little Gods, if but with rosemary Thou crown them, and the fragile myrtle tree. pure the hand upon the altar laid, If pure No costly victim makes it more persuade, |