Of mountain brass, resplendent-white: famed gift

Of Vulcan: o’er his breast he fitted close

The corselet, variegated, beautiful,

Of shining gold; this Jove-born Pallas gave,

When first he rush’d to meet the mingling groans

Of battle. Then the mighty man athwart

His shoulder slung the sword, whose edge repels

Th’ approach of mortal harms: and clasp’d around

His bosom, and reclining o’er his back,

He cast the hollow quiver. Lurk’d therein