Dealt ringing blow on blow.
In vain; that hide, Bellerophon,
Dipt in the flood of Acheron,
Is proof at every pore;
And where thy steel doth vainly hack,
A goat’s head rising on its back
With living fire streams o’er;
And from behind, a serpent’s tail,
With many mouths that hisses,
Rears round about thee like a flail,