Which dried their flesh, and solid bones did melt.
Languish’d the steed, late fierce, and proffer’d grass
His fodder erst despised and from him kest;
Each step he stumbled, and which lofty was
And high advanced before now fell his crest;
His conquest gotten, all forgotten pass,
Nor with desire of glory swell’d his breast;
The spoils won from his foe, his late rewards,
He now neglects, despises, nought regards.
Languish’d the faithful dog, and wonted care