Now long enough has there been hovering
Before my eyes that monstrous shape of sin,1280
So impious, savage, merciless, and wild.
Then come, my hand, attempt this mighty task,
Far greater than the last. Dost hesitate
Through cowardice? Or art thou brave alone
'Gainst boys and trembling mothers?
Give my arms,
Or else I shall from Thracian Pindus strip1285
The woods, the groves of Bacchus, and shall burn