She cut her patient’s throat; the exhausted blood Recruiting with her new-enchanted flood; While at his mouth, and through his opening wound, A double inlet her infusion found; His feeble frame resumes a youthful air, A glossy brown his hoary beard and hair. The meager paleness from his aspect fled, And in its room sprang up a florid red; Through all his limbs a youthful vigour flies, His emptied arteries swell with fresh supplies; Gazing spectators scarce believe their eyes. But Aeson is the most surprised to find A happy change in body and in mind; In sense and constitution the same man, As when his fortieth active year began.

Bacchus, who from the clouds this wonder view’d, Medea’s method instantly pursued, And his indulgent nurse’s youth renew’d.