quid memorem Lapithas, Ixiona Pirithoumque et quo super atra silex iam iam lapsura cadentique imminet adsimilis? lucent genialibus altis aurea fulcra toris, epulaeque ante ora paratae regifico luxu; Furiarum maxima iuxta accubat et manibus prohibet contingere mensas, exsurgitque facem attollens atque intonat ore.
Why tell of the Lapiths, Ixion and Pirithous, and of him over whom hangs a black crag that seems ready to slip and fall at any moment? High festal couches gleam with backs of gold, and before their eyes is spread a banquet in royal splendour. Reclining hard by, the eldest Fury stays their hands from touch of the table, springing forth with uplifted torch and thunderous cries.