Horace Ode 2.14

Alas Postumus, the swift years slip by, Postumus, nor will piety convey delay to wrinkles and pressing old age and unconquerable death: not if, however many days pass, friend, you would appease with three hundred bulls inexorable Pluto, who imprisons three full Geryon and Tityon with his sad wave to be crossed certainly by all, whoever feeds on the offering of the earth, whether kings or poor colonists we will be. In vain we will be free from bloody Mars and broken waves of the raucous Adriadic, in vain through the autumns we will fear the south wind harmful to bodies: black Cocytos must be seen wandering with its languid flow and the notorious offspring of Danaus and Sisyphus, son of Aeolus, sentenced to (lit. of) long labor: the earth must be left and our home and pleasing wife, nor of these trees which you tend except the hated cypresses will any follow you, their brief master: a worthier heir will use up the Caecuban protected by a hundred keys and he will stain your pavement with proud pure wine, too strong for the meals of priests.