Epic, Lyric, and Elegiac Poems of Andreas Libavius

And while he is disturbed in spirit, and draws his sword at once,
He falls killed, and vomits his life with his blood.
The rest, by the image of the social slaughter having been perceived,
The band stands, and pale, it trembles, soon it sustains
Turning its back, and it flees in the known region of the roads.
But the father armipotent, to whom the battles of Christ are a care,
Sent the Caesarean lines from the rear, and before
The Palsean, who then had descended from the Strigonian citadel.
He receives the fugitives, and finishes the enemies with blows,
Wandering, and having begun to pity their own fate.
Alas, badly did he depart from the safe walls of ALBA.
Fate urges all, it drowns all in the dust.
Soon the huge plunder is brought in on creaking wagons,
The conquered and the weapons of men, the instruments of future war,
Although the city had been filled with various wealth, and hunger
Now was able to despise among the middle hostile bands,
And to delay the wraths of Ceres grain/food not at all.
There were not lacking many talents of gold and silver,
Not gems, and a supply of honey provided for the years.
Six hundred brave horses stood at the full mangers,
Accustomed to the reins and ready in use,
To neigh and to bristle their manes, to gather superb
Steps with a quadrupedal sound in the fields,
To penetrate into the middle battle lines, and to turn the standards,
And to carry their rider safe through the battle lines.
Such as the fertile Egypt and the vast world
Of horses warring in ASIA bear.
Moreover, they guarded the walls and the hundred fortresses
With twice ten chariots of brazen machines
Faithful to agitate the iron-clad globes and stones.
Fifty others lay in the inner seat.
The rest of the insane tormenta military engines/artillery of lesser reeds