Yet Jason marches up without concern While on the advent’rous youth the monsters turn Their glaring eyes, and, eager to engage, Brandish their steel-tipp’d horns in threat’ning rage; With brazen hoofs they beat the ground, and choke The ambient air with clouds of dust and smoke: Each gazing Grecian for his champion shakes, While bold advances he securely makes Through singing blasts; such wonders magic art Can work, when Love conspires, and plays his part. The passive savages like statues stand, While he their dewlaps strokes with soothing hand; To unknown yokes their brawny necks they yield, And, like tame oxen, plough the wond’ring field. The Colchians stare; the Grecians shout, and raise Their champion’s courage with inspiring praise.