nam Ciconumque manus adversis reppulit armis; nec valuit lotos coeptos avertere cursus; cessit et Aetnaeae Neptunius incola rupis victa Maroneo foedatus lumina baccho;
He faced the bands of Cicones in fight and drave them back. The Lotus could not deflect the course he had begun. No match for him was Neptunes son that dwelt on the cliffs of Aetna, whose eye was ravaged when the wine of Maron made it close.
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