Vengeance can reach the loftiest state.
An Eagle, for her young at prey,
Had borne a Fox's whelps away;
The mother, following, cried in vain,
"Give me my little ones again!"
Her prayer denied, with desp'rate hand,
She from the altar snatch'd a brand,
And held it to the Eagle's tree:
"My woes," she cries, "thou sharst with me!"
For peace the affrighted robber su'd;
Glad to restore the ravish'd brood.
Source: Boothby - Phaedrus 1.27.
Click here for a SLIDESHOW of all the Barlow images. Look in the background and you can see the first stage of the story, when the eagle first snatched the baby foxes.
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