Tunc vero exserto circumvolat igneus arcu nec se mente regit, patriae matrisque suique immemor, et nimium caelestibus utitur armis: ut leo, cui parvo mater Gaetula cruentos suggerit ipsa cibos, cum primum crescere sensit colla iubis torvusque novos respexit ad ungues, indignatur ali, tandemque effusus apertos liber amat campos et nescit in antra reverti.
Then with bow out-thrust he dashes here and there like fire, out of his minds control, forgetful of country, mother, self, using the celestial weapons overmuch. So a lion, to whom when small his Gaetulian dam herself brings bloody food, when first he has felt his neck increase with a mane and looked grimly at his new claws, scorns to be fed and dashing out at last to freedom loves the open plains nor thinks of returning to the den.
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