Behold Their beards all golden, and their golden hair, Their white necks gleaming with the twisted gold, Their chequered plaids.

Each hand an Alpine spear Waves, and an oblong shield their stalwart arms upbear.
LXXXVII.

There danced the Salians, the Luperci reeled Half-naked.

See them sculptured in array, With caps wool-tufted, and the sky-dropt shield.
Chaste dames, in cushioned chariots, lead the way Through the glad city.

Elsewhere, far away, Loom Dis and Tartarus, where the guilty pine, And Catiline, upon a rock for aye Hangs, shuddering at the Furies.