The rank-breath'd Hydra and the viper's rage With hand and voice he lulled asleep; his art Their bite could heal, their fury could assuage.
Alas! no medicine can heal the smart Wrought by the griding of the Dardan dart.
Nor Massic herbs, nor slumberous charms avail To cure the wound, that rankles in his heart.
Ah, hapless! thee Anguitia's bowering vale, Thee Fucinus' clear waves and liquid lakes bewail! CIII.

Next came to war Hippolytus' fair child, The comely Virbius, whom Aricia bore Amid Egeria's grove, where rich and mild Stands Dian's altar on the meadowy shore.
For when (Fame tells) Hippolytus of yore Was slain, the victim of a stepdame's spite, And, torn by frightened horses, quenched with gore His father's wrath, famed Paeon's herbs of might And Dian's fostering love restored him to the light.
CIV.

Wroth then was Jove, that one of mortal clay Should rise by mortal healing from the grave, And change the nether darkness for the day, And him, whose leechcraft thus availed to save, Hurled with his lightning to the Stygian wave.
But kind Diana, in her pitying love, Concealed her darling in a secret cave, And fair Egeria nursed him in her grove, Far from the view of men, and wrath of mighty Jove.
CV.

There, changed in name to Virbius, but to fame Unknown, through life in Latin woods he strayed.
Thenceforth, in memory of the deed of shame, No horn-hoof'd steeds are suffered to invade Chaste Trivia's temple or her sacred glade, Since, scared by Ocean's monsters, from his car They dashed him by the deep.

Yet, undismayed, His son, young Virbius, o'er the plains afar The fleet-horsed chariot drives, and hastens to the war.
CVI.