Her tongue no more distinct complaints affords, But in shrill accents and misshapen words Pours forth such hideous wailings, as declare The human form confounded in the mare, Till by degrees accomplish’d in the beast, She neigh’d outright, and all the steed expressed; Her stooping body on her hands is borne, Her hands are turn’d to hoofs and shod in horn; Her yellow tresses ruffle in a mane, And in a flowing tail she frisks her train. The mare was finish’d in her voice and look, And a new name from the new figure took.