densis iam consitus hastis ferratum quatit umbo nemus, tergoque fatiscit atque umeris gentilis aper; nusquam ardua coni gloria, quique apicem torvae Gradivus habebat cassidis, haud laetum domino ruit omen: inusta temporibus nuda aera sedent, circumque sonori vertice percusso volvuntur in arma molares.
His shield boss, planted dense with spears, shakes an iron forest, the native boar on his back and shoulders has rents. The lofty glory of his helm is departed and Gradivus surmounting its grim top plunges down, no happy omen for the owner. The bare bronze  sits welded on his temples and all around boulders noisily strike his head and fall upon his shield.
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