At subitae horrifico lapsu de montibus adsunt / Harpyiae et magnis quatiunt clangoribus alas, / diripiuntque dapes, contactuque omnia foedant / immundo; tum vox tetrum dira inter odorem.
When straight, down-swooping from the hills meanwhile / the Harpies flap their clanging wings, and tear / the food, and all with filthy touch defile, / and, mixt with screams, uprose a sickening stench and vile.