Homilies into the Russian language at St. Petersburg, under

The Punic folk did train the elephants-

Those curst Lucanian oxen, hideous,

The serpent-handed, with turrets on their bulks-

To dure the wounds of war and panic-strike

The mighty troops of Mars. Thus Discord sad

Begat the one Thing after other, to be

The terror of the nations under arms,

And day by day to horrors of old war