He who has seen the fence, in well-thonged square, (Against whose stakes the eddying crowd is born)
By wild bull broken, that has had to bear, Through the long day, dogs, blows, and ceaseless scorn;
Who hunts the scattered people here and there, And this, or that, now hoists upon his horn;
Let him as such, or fiercer yet, account, When he breaks forth, the cruel Rodomont.
