“Soon, in a length of face, our head extends, Our chine stiff bristles bears, and forward bends, A breadth of brawn new burnishes our neck; Anon we grunt, as we begin to speak. Alone Eurylochus refused to taste, Nor to a beast obscene the man debased. Hither Ulysses hastes, (so fates command, And bears the powerful moly in his hand, Unsheaths his cimeter, assaults the dame, Preserves his species, and remains the same. The nuptial rite this outrage straight attends; The dower desired is his transfigured friends. The incantation backward she repeats, Inverts her rod, and what she did defeats.