ceu quondam torto volitans sub verbere turbo, quem pueri magno in gyro vacua atria circum intenti ludo exercent'ille actus habena curvatis fertur spatiis; stupet inscia supra impubesque manus mirata volubile buxum; dant animos plagae: non cursu segnior illo per medias urbes agitur populosque ferocis.
As at times a top, spinning under the twisted lash, which boys intent on the game drive in a great circle through an empty court'urged by the whip it speeds on round after round; the ignorant childish throng hang over it in wonder, marvelling at the whirling boxwood; the blows give it life: so, no slacker in her course, is she driven through the midst of cities and proud peoples.