"... Now in the forest glades they found The house of Circe built of polished stone, With a wide outlook; and all round about Were mountain wolves and lions, which she herself Had charmed with the bad drugs she gave them: yet They sprang not at my men, but pranced about And fawned, their long tails wagging. As when dogs Fawn on their master coming from a feast, Because he always brings them bits of food To soothe their temper, so around them fawned The strong-clawed wolves and lions."