Their new-created, nimble tongues,735
And voices strange, they first employ
In hostile clamor; and the fields,
The plains, their kindred soil, they fill.
This monster brood, consorting well
With that dire seed from which they sprung,
Their life within a day's brief span740
Enjoyed; for after Phoebus rose
They had their birth, but ere he set
They perished. At the dreadful sight