non aliter Getica, si fas est credere, Phlegra armatum immensus Briareus stetit aethera contra, hinc Phoebi pharetras, hinc torvae Pallados angues, inde Pelethroniam praefixa cuspide pinum Martis, at hinc lasso mutata Pyracmoni temnens fulmina, cum toto nequiquam obsessus Olympo tot queritur cessare manus: non segnior ardet huc illuc clipeum obiectans, seque ipse recedens circumit; interdum trepidis occurrit et instat spicula devellens, clipeo quae plurima toto fixa tremunt armantque virum; saepe aspera passus vulnera, sed nullum vitae in secreta receptum nec mortem sperare valet.
Not otherwise in Getic Phlegra, if we may believe it, did vast Briareus stand against heaven in arms, despising Phoebus quiver on one side and the snakes of frowning Pallas on another, there Mars steel-tipped Pelethronian pine, here thunderbolt after thunderbolt till Pyracmon grows weary; assailed in vain by all Olympus, he complains that so many hands  are idle. No less lively is Tydeus ardour. This way and that he thrusts his shield, retires circling himself, anon accosts the trembling foe and bears upon them, plucking away the many missiles that stick a-quiver all over his shield, arming him. Often he suffers sharp wounds, but none penetrates lifes secret places, none can hope to kill.
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