arma amens fremit, arma toro tectisque requirit; saevit amor ferri et scelerata insania belli, ira super: magno veluti cum flamma sonore virgea suggeritur costis undantis aeni exsultantque aestu latices, furit intus aquai fumidus atque alte spumis exuberat amnis, nec iam se capit unda, volat vapor ater ad auras.
For arms he madly shrieks; arms he seeks in couch and chamber; lust of the sword rages in him, the accursed frenzy of war, and resentment crowning all: just as when flaming sticks, loud crackling, are heaped under the sides of a billowing cauldron, and the waters dance with the heat; within seethes the liquid flood, steaming and bubbling uphigh with foam; and now the wave contains itself no longer, and the black smoke soars aloft.