Book 4 — BOOK II, ODE 14.
John Conington translation
Not though three hundred bullocks flame Each year.
I have at last followed Ritter in taking trecenos as loosely put for 365, a steer for each day in the year. The hyperbole, as he says, would otherwise be too extravagant. And richer spilth the pavement stain.
"Our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine." SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens.