sparserat et latices simulatos fontis Averni; falcibus et messae ad lunam quaeruntur aenis pubentes herbae nigri cum lacte veneni; quaeritur et nascentis equi de fronte revulsus et matri praereptus amor.
Waters, too, she had sprinkled feigned to be from the spring Avernus, and herbs were sought, cut by moonlight with brazen sickles, and juicy with milk of black venom; sought, too, was the love charm, torn from the brow of a colt at birth before the mother snatched it