Chapter 8 of 20 · 41 words · ~1 min read

IX.

Then Parvue Mariensis, Of Bearded Jove the Priest, Spake out 'of Trojan warriors 'I am, perhaps, the least, 'Yet will I stand at thy right hand.' Cried Pottius--'I likewise 'At thy left side will stem the tide 'Of myriad flashing eyes.