The body, fresh and vigorous from repose, 430
Defies the early fogs: but, by the toils
Of wakeful day, exhausted and unstrung,
Weakly resists the night’s unwholsome breath.
The grand discharge, th’ effusion of the skin,
Slowly impair’d, the languid maladies 435
Creep on, and thro’ the sickning functions steal.
So, when the chilling East invades the spring,
The delicate Narcissus pines away
In hectic languor; and a slow disease