...acranian hosts, Labicum's painted shields; all who till thy woodland vales, O Tiber! or the shore Numicius hallows; all whose ploughs upturn Rutulia's hills, or that Circaean range where Jove of Anxur guards, and forests green make fair Feronia glad; where lie the fens of Satura, and Ufens' icy wave through lowland valleys seeks his seaward way.