So spake he, and to Paeon gave command To heal the wound; and Paeon bathed the part With pain-dispelling balsams, and it healed; For Mars was not to die. As, when the juice Of figs is mingled with white milk and stirred, The liquid gathers into clots while yet It whirls with the swift motion, so was healed The wound of violent Mars. Then Hebe bathed The god, and robed him richly, and he took His seat, delighted, by Saturnian Jove.

Now, having forced the curse of nations, Mars To pause from slaughter, Argive Juno came, With Pallas, her invincible ally, Back to the mansion of imperial Jove.