Aeneid 7.803–817

803Besides these came Camilla, of the Volscian people, leading a column of horsemen and troops flowering with bronze, a warrior maiden, her woman's hands not used to Minerva's distaff or wool baskets, but a maiden hardened to endure battles and to outstrip the winds in the speed of her feet. 808She could fly over the tips of the uncut corn and not have harmed the tender ears in her course, or make her way through the midst of the sea, poised on the swelling wave, and not wet her swift soles in the water. 812All the youth, pouring out of houses and fields, and the crowd of mothers marvel at her and gaze after her as she goes, gaping with astonished minds, at how royal honour veils her smooth shoulders with purple, how a clasp binds her hair with gold, how she herself carries a Lycian quiver and a shepherd's myrtle staff tipped with a spearhead.