vadit atrox visu, nil corde nec aure pavescens et nimiis confisa malis propiorque timeri: nocte velut Phrygia cum lamentata resultant Dindyma, pinigeri rapitur Simoentis ad amnem dux vesana chori, cuius dea sanguine lecto ipsa dedit ferrum et vittata fronde notavit.
On she goes, grim to behold, dreading nothing in heart or ear, confident in her excess of woe, more formidable than fearing. As upon a Phrygian night when Dindymus resounds with lamentation, the leader of the band  in her madness whirls to pine-bearing Simois river; the goddess herself had chosen her blood, given the knife, and marked her out with wool-bound wreath.
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