Wide wounds emongst them, many one he made;
Now with his sharp boar spear, now with his blade.
His care was all, how he them all might kill;
That none might 'scape, so partial unto none.
Ill mind! so much to mind another's ill,
As to become unmindful of his own.
But pardon that unto the cruel skies,
That from himself to them, withdrew his eyes.
So as he raged emongst that beastly rout;