De tabe et phthisi pronunciata

and becoming putrid, a hectic fever is joined: the heat of both presents itself to the whole body, and soon after food, in the manner of other hectic fevers, it gains strength around the chest, in the face, in the eyes, and especially in the cheeks themselves, with a hot vapor exhaled toward the head from the ulcer, as if from quicklime sprinkled with the moisture of nourishment. Then also, pus is excreted, which, if it is pure and injected into water, does not float in the manner of other pus, but settles to the bottom.

XXI.

With the ulcer confirmed, a putrid portion of the lungs is sometimes cast out with the pus, and the sputum, thrown upon coals, or even by itself, stinks, and the unwary are infected by the contagion of the putrid breath, and the hair falls out due to the lack of nourishment. Finally, the signs of consumed Marcor wasting show and reveal themselves, conspicuous to the very senses.

XXII.

These are mostly these: squalor of the whole body, emaciation, heaviness and languor, a cadaverous and flattened face, sharp nostrils, cheeks turning dark, concave eyes hidden in certain pits, collapsed temples, the forehead and thus the entire skin wrinkled like a hide and rough to the touch, hypochondria suspended and empty, curved nails, the lower parts becoming more slender.

XXIII.

At this very time, the signs threatening extreme consumption, pany olthrion kai thanatōdē altogether deadly and fatal, are the falling of the hair, the emergence of a flux of the belly, copious and foul-smelling sputum, and a more burning fever joined with prostrated strength. Opposite signs, the prognostika prognostic, namely, the matter being cooked and small, the fever being more remitted, and the strength of the powers remaining intact, promise safety and security.

XXIV.

Autumn is hostile to the wasted, at which time also the foliage of the trees falls, whence it has deserved to be called phthinōporos fruit-wasting season. Springtime is likewise an enemy, when, as the Ascraean poet Hesiod sings:
When first the crow makes as many steps as a footprint,
And leaves appear to a man
On the topmost branch.