{ The nerves, unbraced, their usual strength deny;
{ And on the tongue the faltering accents die;
}
{ So Turnus fared; whatever means he tried,
{ All force of arms, and points of art employed,
{ The Fury flew athwart, and made the endeavour void.
}
{ A thousand various thoughts his soul confound;
{ He stared about, nor aid nor issue found;
{ His own men stop the pass, and his own walls surround.