Vanquished I fled; e'en I, the god of fight,
From mortal madness, scarce was saved by flight,
Else hadst thou seen me sink on yonder plain,
Heaped round, and heaving under loads of slain,
Or pierced with Grecian darts, for ages lie
Condemned to pain, though fated not to die.'"
Homer.
The Thunderer treated with disregard the complaint of Mars against his favourite daughter, and thus upbraided him:
"'To me, perfidious! this lamenting strain,
Of lawless force, shall lawless Mars complain?