[55] Glaucus, son of Minos, fell into a vat of honey and was drowned. Polyidus, the seer, led by an oracle, discovered the body, and was, at Minos’ command, immured with it in a tomb until he should find a means of restoring it to life. Two snakes approached the corpse, one of which Polyidus slew. Observing the other bring its dead companion to life by placing a certain herb in its mouth, Polyidus applied the same method with success to the resuscitation of Glaucus (Hyginus, _Fab._ 136. Both Sophocles and Euripides wrote tragedies on the subject; see Soph. _Frag._ ed. Pearson, vol. ii. pp. 56 _sqq._). * * * * * Page 160 deposita iaculum vibrans ignobile messor nec temptat[56] clipeum proiectis sumere rastris 465 Bellona ridente Ceres humilisque novorum seditio clamosa ducum: sed vera iuventus, verus ductor adest et vivida Martis imago. Prospera sed quantum nostrae spes addita menti, tantum exempta Getis, qui vertice proximus astris post Alpes iam cuncta sibi promisit apertas 471 nil superesse ratus, postquam tot lumina pubis, tot subitos pedites, equitum tot conspicit alas cinctaque fluminibus crebris ac moenibus arva seque velut clausum laqueis, sub pectore furtim 475 aestuat et nimium prono fervore petitae iam piget Italiae, sperataque Roma teneri visa procul. magni subeunt iam taedia coepti. occultat tamen ore metum primosque suorum consultare iubet bellis annisque verendos. 480 crinigeri sedere patres, pellita Getarum curia, quos plagis decorat numerosa cicatrix et tremulos regit hasta gradus et nititur altis pro baculo contis non exarmata senectus. hic aliquis gravior natu, cui plurima dictis 485 consiliisque fides, defixus lumina terrae concutiensque comam capuloque adclinis eburno: “Si numero non fallor” ait “tricesima currit bruma fere, rapidum postquam transnavimus Histrum, Romanamque manum tantis eludimus annis. 490 sed numquam Mavors adeo constrinxit in artum [56] _temptat_ codd.; Birt _temptans_. * * * * * Page 161 does the reaper, laying aside his sickle, try to hurl the impotent javelin, nor Ceres lay aside her harrow and, to the amusement of Bellona, essay the buckler. Stilled are the noisy wrangles of untried leaders; here is Rome’s true strength, her true leader, Mars in human form.