His speed with spurs increased, unwilling ran. One hand the hero fasten’d on his locks; His other plied him with repeated strokes; The club rang round his ears and batter’d brows: He falls, and, lashing up his heels, his rider throws.

“The same Herculean arms Nedymnus wound, And lay by him Lycotas on the ground; And Hippasus, whose beard his breast invades; And Ripheus, hunter of the woodland shades; And Tereus, used with mountain bears to strive, And from their dens to draw the indignant beasts alive.