Unkennell’d from the prisons, and the stews,
Pour in, all opening in their idol’s praise;
All, ardent, eye each wafture of her hand,
And, wide-expanding their voracious jaws,
Morsel on morsel swallow down unchew’d, 973
Untasted, through mad appetite for more;
Gorged to the throat, yet lean and ravenous still.
Sagacious all, to trace the smallest game,
And bold to seize the greatest. If (bless’d chance!)
Court-zephyrs sweetly breathe, they launch, they fly,