"Lynceus stept into the ring, And at his shield’s rim shook his stalwart spear. And Castor likewise poised his quivering lance; High waved the plume on either warrior’s helm. First each at other thrust with busy spear Where’er he spied an inch of flesh exposed: But lo! both spearpoints in their wicker shields Lodged ere a blow was struck, and snapt in twain."