Old and wrinkled, flabby and repelling

Was the Disa, once so fair, become:

From the couch he leap’d in anger,

Drew his sword in wild alarm:

O confusion!

Curst delusion!

Vainly now he seeks each wonted charm.

“Is it thus thou hast deceiv’d thy lover?

Ugly witch!” disdainful thus he said:

“Grace of birth divine and youth perennial