'Ware of my catching! If caught, with rod I never will harm thee Nor to thee deal sore wound using my sickle that curves. Pierced with a foot-long pole thy skin shall be stretched in such fashion Thou shalt be fain to believe ne'er had a wrinkle thine arse. A she (than Hector's parent longer aged, Sister to Cumae's Sibyl seemeth me; Equal to thee whom, to his home returned, Theseus found lying in the fosse a-cold!)