"He held his hand before the opened lair, Lest with the herd we issued from the den, And stopt us short; but feeling wool or hair Upon our bodies, let us go again.
By such a strange device we rescued were, Cloathed in our shaggy fleeces, dames and men:
Nor any issuing thence the monster kept, Till thither, sore alarmed, Lucina crept.
