At fifty mouths his flaming breath expires,
And flash for flash returns, and fires for fires;
In his right hand as many swords he wields,
And takes the thunder on as many shields:
}
{ With strength like his, the Trojan hero stood;
{ And soon the fields with falling corpse were strowed,
{ When once his faulchion found the taste of blood.
With fury scarce to be conceived, he flew
Against Niphæus, whom four coursers drew.