GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0893.phi001.perseus-eng2:2.19.21-2.19.32 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0893.phi001.perseus-eng2:2.19.21-2.19.32
Thou, when the giants, threatening wrack,Were clambering up Jove's citadel,Didst hurl o'erweening Rhoetus back,In tooth and claw a lion fell.Who knew thy feats in dance and playDeem'd thee belike for war's rough gameUnmeet: but peace and battle-frayFound thee, their centre, still the same.Grim Cerberus wagg'd his tail to seeThy golden horn, nor dreamd of wrong.But gently fawning, follow'd thee,And lick'd thy feet with triple tongue.