“I saw Petraeus’ arms employ’d around A well-grown oak, to root it from the ground: This way and that he wrench’d the fibrous bands; The trunk was like a sapling in his hands, And still obey’d the bent: while thus he stood, Pirithous’ dart drove on, and nail’d him to the wood: Lycus and Chromis fell, by him oppress’d: Helops and Dictys added to the rest A nobler palm: Helops through either ear, Transfix’d, received the penetrating spear: This Dictys saw, and, seized with sudden fright, Leap’d headlong from the hill of steepy height, And crush’d an ash beneath, that could not bear his weight: The shatter’d tree receives his fall, and strikes Within his full-blown paunch the sharpen’d spikes. Strong Aphareus had heaved a mighty stone, The fragment of a rock, and would have thrown; But Theseus, with a club of harden’d oak, The cubit-bone of the bold centaur broke, And left him maim’d; nor seconded the stroke: Then leap’d on tall Bianor’s back; (who bore No mortal burden but his own before;) Press’d with his knees his sides: the double man,