DIXIT; et avertens roseâ cervice refulsit,

Ambrosiaeque comae divinum vertice odorem

Spiravere: pedes vestis defluxit ad imos,

Et vera incessu patuit Dea. —


   SHE said; and turning, shew'd her wrinkled neck,

In scales and colour like a roach's back.

Forth from her greasy locks such odours...