The other, his brow heavy with threats, had long been muttering and smouldering with hidden fire. - Gaius Valerius Flaccus

Et, qua sibi fida magis vis
nulla, Prometheae florem de sanguine fibrae
promit nutritaque gramina monti,
quae sacer ille nives inter tristesque pruinas
durat alitque cruor.

No love have they for the slain king; swiftly they hie them to the mountains and the forests.

Iamque altae cecidere iubae nutatque coactum
iam caput atque ingens extra sua vellera cervix
ceu refluens Padus aut septem proiectus in amnes
Nilus et Hesperium veniens Alpheos in orbem.