Lashing with gibes the wise Oiclidan seer,[n23]
Whose prudence he interprets dastardy,
Cajoling death away. Thus fierce he raves,
And shakes the overshadowing crest sublime,
His helmet’s triple mane, while ’neath his shield
The brazen bells ring fear.[n24] On his shield’s face
A sign he bears as haughty as himself,
The welkin flaming with a thousand lights,
And in its centre the full moon shines forth,
Eye of the night, and regent of the stars.