Note 27 — CANTO I. OURSELF!
Reading edition
The gods of old folks could make young ones.
——Stricto Medea recludit 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; Till from the defunct carcase, lo! Starts a full blooded Bond street beau!!