Horace, Ode 1.37

Nunc est bibendum, nun pede libero

pulsanda tellus, nunc Saliaribus

ornare pulvinar deorum

tempus erat dapibus, sodales.

Antehac nefas depromere Caecubum

cellis avitis, dum Capitolio

regina dementis ruinas,

funus et imperio parabat

contaminato cum grege turpium

morbo virorum, quidlibet impotens

sperare fortunaque dulci

ebria. Sed minuit furorem

vix una sospes navis ab ignibus,

mentemque lymphatam Mareotico

redegit in veros timores

Caesar, ab Italia volantem

remis adurgens, accipiter velut

mollis coumbas aut leporem citus

venator in campis nivalis

Haemoniae, daret ut catenis

fatale monstrum. Quae generosius

perire quaerens nec muliebriter

expavit ensem nec latentis

classe cita reparavit oras;

ausa et iacentem visere regiam

vultu sereno, fortis et asperas

tractare serpentes, ut atrum

corpore combiberet venenum,

deliberata morte ferocior;

saevis LIburnis scilicet invidens

privata deduci superbo

non humilis mulier triumpho.

Now there must be drinking, now the earth

is about to be beat with free foot, now was

the time to furnish the couch of the gods

with feasts of the Salii, companions.

Before this, it was a sin to draw out wine

from ancestral wine cellars, while the

queen of demented people was preparing

the destruction and fall from power for the Capitoline,

with the polluted herd of men

shameful with sickness, mad enough to hope

for anything at all and drunk with sweet

fortune. But one ship

safe from the fires scarcely diminished her fury,

and Caesar drove back the mind soaked

with Mareotic wine to true fears,

pursuing with oars

the flying one from Italy, just as a hawk

pursues the soft doves or the swift hunter

pursues the rabbit in the fields of snowy

Thessaly, to throw into chains

the deadly monster. But she more nobly

seeking to die neither became frightened of

the sword in a womanly way nor prepared

the hidden shores with a quick fleet;

She dared to visit the lying city

with a calm face, strongly brought out the

bitter serpents, so that she could swallow

the black poison into her body,

more ferocious in a deliberate death;

certainly begrudging the savage Liburnians

to be led as a private citizen in an arrogant triumph,

not a humble woman.