As a lion, who has fall’n
Perchance on some stray beast.]
Iliad xvii.:
But as the lion on the mountains bred
Glorious in strength, when he hath seiz’d the best
And fairest of the herd, with savage fangs
First breaks the neck, then laps the bloody paunch,
Torn wide: meantime around him, but remote,
Dogs stand, and huntsmen shouting, yet by fear
Repress’d, annoy him not, nor dare approach;