Ajax the swift swerv'd never from the side
Of Ajax son of Telamon a step;
But as in some deep fallow two black steers
Together toil, dragging the pond'rous plough,
The briny sweat around their rooted horns
Oozes profuse; they, parted, as they drudge
Along the furrow, by the yoke alone,
Cleave to its bottom sheer the stubborn glebe,
So, side by side, they, persevering fought.