'Ware of my catching! If caught, with rod I never will harm theeNor to thee deal sore wound using my sickle that curves.Pierced with a foot-long pole thy skin shall be stretched in such fashionThou 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!)