Cygnus your foe, and strip his gorgeous arms.
But I will breathe a word within thine ear
In counsel, oh most mighty midst the strong!
Now soon as e’er from Cygnus thou hast reft
The sweets of life, there leave him: on that spot,
Him and his armour: but th’ approach of Mars,
Slayer of mortals, watch with wary eye:
And where thy glance discerns a part exposed,
Defenceless of the well-wrought buckler, strike!
With thy sharp point there wound him, and recede: