E’en when his splendour sets, till morn has glow’d
Take heed; nor sprinkle, as you walk, the road,
Nor the road-side; nor bare affront the sight;
For there are gods who watch and guard the night.
The holy man discreet sits decently,
And to some sheep-fold’s fenced wall draws nigh.
From rites of love unclean the hearth forbear,
Nor sit beside ungirt, for household gods are there.
Leave not the funeral feast to sow thy race;
From the gods’ banquet seek thy bride’s embrace.