ibat Apollo omnia longaevo similis vocemque coloremque et crinis albos et saeva sonoribus arma, atque his ardentem dictis adfatur Iulum: sit satis, Aenide, telis impune Numanum oppetiisse tuis.
On strode Apollo, in all things like the old man, in voice and hue, in white locks and savage-sounding arms, and speaks these words to fiery Iulus: Let it be enough, son of Aeneas, that beneath your shafts Numanus has fallen unavenged;