“Nay, for even the son of Dryas, mighty LycurgusLyLy, lived not long, seeing that he strove with heavenly gods—he that on a time drave down over the sacred mount of Nysa the nursing mothers of mad Dionysus; and they all let fall to the ground their wands, smitten with an ox-goad by man-slaying LycurgusLyLy.”
Nay, for even the son of Dryas, mighty LycurgusLyLy, lived not long, seeing that he strove with heavenly gods—he that on a time drave down over the sacred mount of Nysa the nursing mothers of mad Dionysus; and they all let fall to the ground their wands, smitten with an ox-goad by man-slaying LycurgusLyLy.