The sweet courtesan, Colophónian;
E'en from her wrinkles I feel
Love's irresistible steel!
O ye wretches, whose hunger
Was raised for her when she was younger!
Through what flames, alas,
Must she have forced you to pass! —Walsh.
Hermesianax. (Book xiii. § 71, p. 953.)
Such was the nymph, whom Orpheus led