So spoke the sire, and speaking threw
A feeble dart, no blood that drew:
The ringing metal turned it back,
And left it dangling, weak and slack.


Aeneid (29–19 BC) - Book II


So spoke the sire, and speaking threw A feeble dart, no blood that drew: The ringing metal turned it back, And left it dangling, weak and slack.

So spoke the sire, and speaking threw A feeble dart, no blood that drew: The ringing metal turned it back, And left it dangling, weak and slack.

So spoke the sire, and speaking threw A feeble dart, no blood that drew: The ringing metal turned it back, And left it dangling, weak and slack.

So spoke the sire, and speaking threw A feeble dart, no blood that drew: The ringing metal turned it back, And left it dangling, weak and slack.