Yet would illustrious Hector and the men Of Troy have failed to force the gates and burst The bar within, had not all-seeing Jove Impelled his son Sarpedon to attack The Greeks as falls a lion on a herd Of horned beeves. The warrior held his shield, A brazen orb, before him⁠—beautiful, And fenced with metal; for the armorer laid Broad plates without, while under these he sewed Bull’s-hides the toughest, edged with golden wires Upon the rim. With this the warrior came, Wielding two spears. As when a lion, bred Among the mountains, fasting long from flesh, Comes into the fenced pastures, without fear, To prey upon the flock; and though he meet The shepherds keeping watch with dogs and spears, Yet will he not be driven thence until He makes a spring into the fold and bears A sheep away, or in the act is slain, Struck by a javelin from some ready hand;⁠— Sarpedon, godlike warrior, thus was moved By his great heart to storm the wall and break Through the strong barrier; and to Glaucus, son Of Lycia’s king Hippolochus, he said:⁠—