And soon the surface caught the spreading fires. 550
Thro’ all the yielding pores the melted blood
Gush’d out in smoaky sweats; but nought assuag’d
The torrid heat within, nor aught reliev’d
The stomach’s anguish. With incessant toil,
Desperate of ease, impatient of their pain, 555
They toss’d from side to side. In vain the stream
Ran full and clear, they burnt and thirsted still.
The restless arteries with rapid blood
Beat strong and frequent. Thick and pantingly