Classic Poem

Then came July boiling like to fire,
That all his garments he had cast away.
Upon a Lion raging yet with ire
He boldly rode, and made him to obey:
It was the beast that whilom did foray
The Nemean forest, till the Amphitrionide
Him slew, and with his hide did him array.
Behind his back a scythe, and by his side
Under his belt he bore a sickle circling wide.