sanguineas edat illa dapes atque ore cruento tristia cum multo pocula felle bibat; hanc volitent animae circum sua fata querentes semper, et e tectis strix violenta canat; ipsa fame stimulante furens herbasque sepulcris quaerat et a saevis ossa relicta lupis; currat et inguinibus nudis ululetque per urbem, post agat e triviis aspera turba canum.
May the hags food be mixed with blood. May the cup she puts to her gory lips be bitterly charged with gall. May ghosts flit round her always, bemoaning their fate, and the fierce vampire bird shrill from her roof; and she herself, frantic from hungers goad, hunt for weeds upon the graves and for bones which the wild wolves have left, and with middle bare run and shriek through the town, and a savage troop of dogs from the crossways chase her from behind.
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