"In the wild wood they found an open glade, around a smooth stone house-the hall of Circe- and wolves and mountain lions lay there, in mild in her soft spell, fed on her drug of evil."
"In the entranceway they stayed to listen there: inside her quiet house they heard the goddess Circe."
"So reassured, they all cried out together, and she came swiftly to the shining doors to call them in. All but Eurylochus-who feared a snare- the innocents went after her."
"On thrones she seated them, and lounging chairs, while she prepared a meal of cheese and barley and amber honey mixed with Pramnian wine, adding her own vile pinch, to make them lose desire or thought of our dear fatherland."
"Scarce had they drunk when she flew after them with her long stick and shut them in a pigsty - bodies, voices, heads, and bristles, all swinish now, though minds were still unchanged"
"Down to the ship Eurylochus came running to cry alarm, foul magic doomed his men!"