Directed; at his eye fast by the nose
Deep-entering, through his ivory teeth it pass’d,
At its extremity divided sheer
His tongue, and started through his chin below. 
He headlong fell, and with his dazzling arms 340
Smote full the plain.  Back flew the fiery steeds
With swift recoil, and where he fell he died. 
Then sprang AEneas forth with spear and shield,
That none might drag the body;[11] lion-like
He stalk’d around it, oval shield and spear 345
Advancing firm, and with incessant cries
Terrific, death denouncing on his foes. 
But Diomede with hollow grasp a stone
Enormous seized, a weight to overtask
Two strongest men of such as now are strong, 350
Yet he, alone, wielded the rock with ease. 
Full on the hip he smote him, where the thigh
Rolls in its cavity, the socket named. 
He crushed the socket, lacerated wide
Both tendons, and with that rough-angled mass 355
Flay’d all his flesh, The Hero on his knees
Sank, on his ample palm his weight upbore
Laboring, and darkness overspread his eyes. 

    There had AEneas perish’d, King of men,

Had not Jove’s daughter Venus quick perceived 360
His peril imminent, whom she had borne
Herself to Anchises pasturing his herds. 
Her snowy arras her darling son around
She threw maternal, and behind a fold
Of her bright mantle screening close his breast 365
From mortal harm by some brave Grecian’s spear,
Stole him with eager swiftness from the fight. 

    Nor then forgat brave Sthenelus his charge

Received from Diomede, but his own steeds
Detaining distant from the boisterous war, 370
Stretch’d tight the reins, and hook’d them fast behind. 
The coursers of AEneas next he seized
Ardent, and them into the host of Greece
Driving remote, consign’d them to his care,
Whom far above all others his compeers 375
He loved, Deipylus, his bosom friend
Congenial.  Him he charged to drive them thence
Into the fleet, then, mounting swift his own,
Lash’d after Diomede; he, fierce in arms,
Pursued the Cyprian Goddess, conscious whom, 380
Not Pallas, not Enyo, waster dread
Of cities close-beleaguer’d, none of all
Who o’er the battle’s bloody course preside,
But one of softer kind and prone to fear. 
When, therefore, her at length, after long chase 385
Through all the warring multitude he reach’d,
With his protruded spear her gentle hand
He wounded, piercing through her thin attire
Ambrosial, by themselves the graces wrought,
Her inside wrist, fast by the rosy palm. 390
Blood follow’d, but immortal; ichor pure,
Such as the blest inhabitants of heaven
May bleed, nectareous; for the Gods eat not