Mauors nubifero seu tu procumbis in Haemo
seu te cana gelu Rhodope seu remige Medo
sollicitatus Athos seu caligantia nigris
ilicibus Pangaea tenent, accingere mecum
et Thracas defende tuos. si laetior adsit
gloria, uestita spoliis donabere quercu.



Mars, whether you rush down from the cloud-capped Balkans, whether on the frosty white mountains of Thrace, whether stirring on Monte Santo in Macedonia with the black boots of soldiers stationed on all the lands they hold, to make ready with me, and defend your Thrace, if it is made happy, the campaign coming into glory, the sacred oak will be dressed with an offering of spolia.

--Claudus Claudianus, In Rufinum 1.334-9