And all his sick'ning reputation dies.
Meanwhile rich unguents from his mistress laugh,
Laugh from her feet sott Sicyon's shoes superb;
The green-rayed emerald o'er her, dropt in gold,
Gleams large and numerous; and the sea-blue silk;
Deep-worn, enclasps her.
What his sires amassed
Now flaunts in ribbands, in tiaras flames
Full o'er her front, and now to robes converts
Of Chian loose, or Alidonian mould;