In rank and file, as they were sowed, they stand
Impatient for the signal of command,
No foe, but the Æmonian youth appears,
As there they level their steep pointed spears.
Wonders ensue, among his gazing foes
The fragment of a massy rock he throws,
This charm in civil war engaged them all,
By mutual wounds these earth-born brothers fall.
One labour more remains, and, though the last,
In danger far surmounting all the past;