Dart after dart unerring, and his helm 
In broken fragments pressed upon his brow; 
His vital parts were safeguarded by spears 
That bristled in his body. Fortune saw Thus waged a novel combat, for there warred Against one man an army. Why with darts, Madmen, assail him and with slender shafts, 'Gainst which his life is proof? Or ponderous stones | 
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