...Give place to swords and plumes, the pride of war. 880 Old falchions are new-tempered in the fires: The sounding trumpet every soul inspires. The word...steeds are to the chariots tied; The trusty weapon sits on every side. And now the mighty labour is begun: Ye muses, open all your Helicon! Sing you the...

...Fauchions are new temper'd in the Fires: The sounding Trumpet ev'ry Soul inspires. The word is giv'n, with eager Speed they lace The shining Head-piece, and the Shield embrace. 885 The neighing Steeds are to the Chariot ty'd, The trusty Weapon sits on ev'ry side. And now the...