Their words were spoken to the breezes nor swayed appointed fate. - Gaius Valerius Flaccus

Stagna vaga sic luce micant ubi Cynthia caelo
prospicit aut medii transit rota candida Phoebi,
tale iubar diffundit aquis: nil umbra comaeque
turbavitque sonus surgentis ad oscula nymphae.
illa avidas iniecta manus heu sera cientem
auxilia et magni referentem nomen amici
detrahit, adiutae prono nam pondere vires.

Spumanti qualis in alto
Pliade capta ratis, trepidi quam sola magistri
cura tenet, rapidum ventis certantibus aequor
intemerata secat, Pollux sic providus ictus
servat.

No love have they for the slain king; swiftly they hie them to the mountains and the forests.