The nymph, accepting of the granted car, Sprung to the seat, and posted through the air; Nor stopp’d till she to a bleak mountain came Of wondrous height, and Caucasus its name. There in a stony field the fiend she found, Herbs gnawing, and roots scratching from the ground. Her elf-lock hair in matted tresses grew, Sunk were her eyes, and pale her ghastly hue; Wan were her lips, and foul with clammy glue, Her throat was furr’d, her entrails seen within With snaky crawlings through her parchment skin. Her jutting hips seem’d starting from their place, And for a stomach’s was a belly’s space. Her joints protuberant by leanness grown, Consumption sunk the flesh, and raised the bone. Her knees’ large orbits bunch’d to monstrous size, And ankles to undue proportion rise.