Herminius smote^{1 down Aruns： Lartius laid Ocnus low： Right to the heart of Lausulus Horatius sent a blow. ``Lie there,'' he cried, ``fell pirate！ No more, aghast and pale, From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark. No more Campania's hinds2 shall fly To woods and caverns3 when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail.''}