“ ‘A race of men there are, as fame has told, Who shivering suffer Hyperborean cold, Till nine times bathing in Minerva’s lake, Soft feathers, to defend their naked sides they take. ’Tis said, the Scythian wives (believe who will) Transform’d themselves to birds by magic skill: Smear’d over with an oil of wondrous might, That adds new pinions to their airy flight.