realms and Mæotian land, and there is stir and confusion
at the mouths of seven-fold Nile. Nay, even Alcides
traversed no such length of earth, though he stalked the
brazen-footed deer, or tamed Erymanthus’ savage wilds, 20
and appalled Lerna with his arrows: no, nor he who
guides his triumphal car with reins of ivy-leaf, Bacchus,
driving his tigers down from Nysa’s lofty top. And do
we still hesitate to let prowess give scope to power, or
does fear prevent our setting foot on Ausonian soil? 25
But who is he in the distance, conspicuous with a wreath