“ But what could Typhoeus, and mighty Mimas, or Porphyrion with his threatening stance, or Rhoetus and Enceladus, that brave spear-thrower, with torn-up tree trunks, do as they rushed against the ringing shield of Pallas? From here stood greedy Vulcan, from here mother Juno and he who will never put down the bow from his shoulder, he who washes his flowing hair in the pure flow Castalia, who owns the thickets of Lycia and his native forest, Apollo of Delos and Patarus. Force without wisdom rushes from its own weight: the gods, too, promote tempered force to something greater ”
