namque volans rubra fulvus Iovis ales in aethra litoreas agitabat avis turbamque sonantem agminis aligeri, subito cum lapsus ad undas cycnum excellentem pedibus rapit improbus uncis.
Flying through the ruddy sky, Joves golden bird was chasing the fowls of the shore and the clamorous rout of their winged troop, when, swooping suddenly to the water, he shamelessly snatches up in his crooked talons the leader swan.