which men compact with mighty blocks and then fling
into the sea; thus it comes down with protracted headlong
ruin, and dashing on the shallows settles into its 20
place; the sea is all disturbed, and the murky sand rises
to the surface; the crash shakes Prochyta[271] to her depths,
and Inarime’s[272] rugged bed, laid by Jove’s command upon
Typhœus.
Now Mars, the lord of arms, inspires the Latians with 25
strength and courage, and plants his stings deep in their
bosoms, while among the Teucrians, he sends Flight and