Dress now thy limbs, that, rapidly as thought
Mingling the shock of cars, we may be join’d
In battle. He th’ undaunted son of Jove
Shall strike not with his terrors, nor yet me
Iphiclides: but swiftly, as I deem,
Shall he to flight betake him, from the race
Of brave Alcæus: who now pressing nigh
Gain on their foes and languish for the shout
Of closing combat; to their eager ear
More grateful than the banquet’s revelry.”