And dash’d like dogs against the stony floor,
The pavement swims with brains and mingled gore;
Torn limb from limb, he spreads his horrid feast,
And fierce devours it like a mountain beast,
He sucks the marrow, and the blood he drains,
Nor entrails, flesh, nor solid bone remains.
Or that of Scylla,
In the wide dungeon she devours her food,
And the flesh trembles while she churns the blood.