Aeneid 10.755–768

755Now heavy Mars was evening out the grief and the deaths on both sides: victors and vanquished alike were killing and alike falling, and neither side knew flight. 758The gods in Jupiter's halls pity the futile anger of both sides, and that mortals should have such toils: here Venus watches, there opposite Saturn's daughter Juno; pale Tisiphone rages in the midst of the thousands. 762But now Mezentius, brandishing a huge spear, strides wildly onto the plain. 763As great as Orion, when he goes on foot through the deepest pools of mid-Nereus, cleaving his way, and his shoulder towers above the waves, or, bringing back an aged ash from the mountain-tops, walks on the ground and hides his head among the clouds: such is Mezentius as he advances in his vast armour.