Such an unfortunate fellow you never saw.

He has no tool at all, only a piece of leather soaked in water! I wish you would tell me what you think of a man who could get up from Circe's bed without having tasted pleasure!" On hearing these words, OEnothea sat down between us and, after shaking her head for a while, "I'm the only one that knows how to cure that disease," said she, "and for fear you think I'm talking to hear myself talk, I'll just have the young fellow sleep with me for a night, and if I don't make it as hard as horn! All that you see in the world must give heed to my mandates; Blossoming earth, when I will it, must languish, a desert.' Riches pour forth, when I will it, from crags and grim boulders Waters will spurt that will rival the Nile at its flooding Seas calm their billows before me, gales silence their howlings, Hearing my step! And the rivers sink into their channels; Dragons, Hyrcanian tigers stand fast at my bidding! Why should I tell you of small things?
The image of Luna Drawn by my spells must descend, and Apollo, atremble Backs up his horses and turns from his course at my order! Such is the power of my word! By the rites of a virgin Quenched is the raging of bulls; and the sun's daughter Circe Changed and transfigured the crew of the wily Ulysses.
Proteus changes his form when his good pleasure dictates, I, who am skilled in these arts, can the shrubs of Mount Ida Plant in the ocean; turn rivers to flow up the mountains!".