Bætis, with wreaths of unctuous olive crown’d,
For Bacchus’ and for Pallas’ gifts renown’d;
Whose waters clear a golden hue impart
To fleeces, that require no further art;
Such wealth the Ruler of the waves conveys
In ships, that mark with foam thy liquid ways.
xii. 99.
Lacernas from Bætica.
My wool disdains a lye, or caldron hue.
Poor Tyre may take it: me my sheep imbue.