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 All wont in Teuton sort to throw Nail-studded maces 'gainst the foe; Their helm of bark from cork-tree peeled, Of brass their sword, of brass their shield.

Thee too steep Nersæ sends to war     5 Brave Ufens, born 'neath happy star: Hard as their clods the Æquian race, Inured to labour in the chase; In armour sheathed, they till their soil, Heap foray up, and live by spoil. 10

Came too from old Marruvia's realm, An olive-garland round his helm, Bold Umbro, priest at once and knight, By king Archippus sent to fight; Who baleful serpents knew to steep     15 By hand and voice in charmed sleep, Soothed their fierce wrath with subtlest skill, And from their bite drew off the ill. But ah! his medicines could not heal The death-wound dealt by Dardan steel;     20 His slumberous charms availed him nought, Nor herbs on Marsian mountains sought And cropped with magic shears; For thee Anguitia's woody cave, For thee the glassy Fucine wave,     25 For thee the lake shed tears.

From green Aricia, bent on fame, Hippolytus' fair offspring came, In lone Egeria's forest reared, Where Dian's shrine is loved and feared. 30 For lost Hippolytus,'tis said, By cruel stepdame's cunning dead, Dragged by his frightened steeds, to sate His angry sire's vindictive hate, Was called once more to realms above,     35 By Pæon's skill and Dian's love. Then Jove incensed that man should rise From darkness to the upper skies, The leech that wrought such healing hurled With lightening down to Pluto's world. 40