And now the Syracuseans their spears do carry in the rest;
Whose left arms laden are with targets made of willow tree.
'Mongst whom King Hiero, the ancient Worthies' match, I see
In armour shine; whose plume doth overshade his helmet bright.
O Jupiter, and thou Minerva fierce in fight,
And thou Proserpina (who, with thy mother, has renown
By Lysimelia streams, in Ephyra that wealthy town),
Out of our island drive our enemies, our bitter fate,
Along the Sardine sea! that death of friends they may relate
Unto their children and their wives! and that the town opprest