(a) Him fasces of the people or purple of kings sway not, not maddening discord among treacherous brethren… — Virgil
(a) Him fasces of the people or purple of kings sway not, not maddening discord among treacherous brethren, nor the Dacians swarming down from the leagued Danube, not the Roman State, or realms destined to decay. OR (b) He is not moved by honours that the people confer, or the purple of empire, or civil feuds, that make brothers swerve from brothers’ duty; or the Dacian coming down from the Hister, his sworn ally; no, nor by the great Roman State and the death-throes of subject kingdoms.
Illum non populi fasces, non purpura regum
flexit, et infidos agitans discordia fratres;
Aut coniurato descendens Dacus ab Histro,
Non res Romanae, perituraque regna.
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But when you hold him in the grasp of hands and fetters, then will manifold forms baffle you, and figures of wild beasts. For of a sudden he will become a bristly boar, a deadly tiger, a scaly serpent, or a lioness with tawny neck; or he will give forth the fierce roar of flame, and thus slip from his fetters, or he will melt into fleeting water and be gone.
And now farewell! Involved in shades of night,
For ever I am ravished from thy sight.
In vain I reach my feeble hands to join
In sweet embraces—ah! no longer thine!
And lay down their lives in the wound.
