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Rh This said, the javelin from the wound

He plucked with main and

A heavy slumber iron-bound

Seals the dull eyes in rest profound:

They close in endless night.

Now Cædicus Alcathous kills,

Hydaspes' life Sacrator spills,

And Orses and Parthenius feel

The unbated edge of Rapo's steel:

And Lycaonian Ericete

And Clonius to Messapus yield,

This fallen beneath his horse's feet,

That foot to foot o'erthrown in field.

Proud Agis pranced along the ground,

But Valerus like his sires renowned

The haughty Lycian slays:

Salius had stricken Thronius low,

But quickly finds a deadlier foe,

Nealces, skilled the dart to throw

Or send the arrow from the bow

Through unsuspected ways.

The god of war with heavy hand

Impartial deals to either band

The horrors of the fight:

By turns they fall, by turns they strike,

Conquered and conquering, each alike

Intolerant of flight.

In Jove's high courts the gods afar

Look sadly on the unending war,

And sigh to think that man below

Such dire calamity should know.

There Venus sits the fray to see,

Saturnian Juno here:

Down in the field Tisiphone

Spreads havoc far and near.