569 and fierce Outrage; The carrain 570 in the bush, with throat y-corve, 571 A thousand slain, and not of qualm y-storve; 572 The tyrant, with the prey by force y-reft; The town destroy’d, that there was nothing left. Yet saw I brent the shippës hoppësteres, 573 The hunter strangled with the wildë bears: The sow freting 574 the child right in the cradle; The cook scalded, for all his longë ladle. Nor was forgot, by th’ infortune of Mart 575 The carter overridden with his cart; Under the wheel full low he lay adown. There were also of Mars’ division, The armourer, the bowyer, 576