“Th' Old Man a feeble Javelin threw,
Which could not pierce his sounding Target through,
But on the Margin hung the harmless Spear.”

—  John Ogilby

The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Æneis

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