Ense senis jugulum: veteremque exire cruorem
Passa, replet succis. Quos postquam combibit Æson
Aut ore acceptos, aut vulnere barda, comæque
Canitie posita nigrum rapuere colorem.
Pulsa fugit macies.
This passage, with a condensation of thought and felicity of expression peculiar to myself, I have thus happily hit into English.
Medea cut the wither’d weasand
Of superannuated Æson,
Then fill’d him with the acrid juices
Of nettle-tops and flower-de-luces;