Horace, Ode 3.26

Vixi puellis nuper idoneus

et militavi non sine gloria.

Nunc arma defunctumque bello

barbiton hic paries habebit,

laevum marinae qui Veneris latus

custodit. Hic, hic ponite lucida

funalia et vectes et arcus

oppositis foribus minacis.

O quae beatam diva tenes Cyprum et

Memphin carentem Sithonia nive,

regina, sublimi flagello

tange Chloen semel arrogantem.

Recently, I lived suitable for boys
and I served as a soldier not without glory.
Now this wall will have my weapons
and my lyre dead from war,

which guards the left side of marine

Venus. Here, here put the bright
torches and levers and bows
threatening to the opposite doors.

Oh, blessed goddess of Cyprus who holds

Memphis free from Sithonian snow,

queen, with your uplifted lash

touch arrogant Chloe once.