Observe me well! I am the terror of the whole world--my path is marked with graves--my own shadow scarcely dares to follow me into the perils I delight in.

If I enter a besieged city, it is by the breach--when I quit it I pass under a triumphal arch; if I cross a river, it is one of blood, and the bridge is made of the bodies of my adversaries.

I can toss a knight and his horse, both, weighted with armour, high into the air.

I can snap elephants' bones, as you would pipe-stems.

When great Mars himself chances to meet me on the battle-field he turns and flees, dreading the weight of my arm.