In after-time that grievous fault, a deed
Irrevocable. On myself has Fate
Laid heavy labours. But, oh friend! oh now
Quick snatch the purple reins of these my steeds
Rapid of hoof: the manly courage rouse
Within thee: now with strong unerring grasp
Guide the swift chariot’s whirl, and wind the steeds
Rapid of hoof: fear nought the dismal yell
Of mortal-slayer Mars, whilst to and fro
He ranges fierce Apollo’s hallow’d grove