OF bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom these miracles did spring,
Inspire my numbers with coelestial heat;
'Till I my long laborious work compleat:
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A timeless piece worth slogging through. Stories within the story to illuminate vices, virtues and myth. Lovely lines which ruffle and excite; 'promiscuous grace', 'man diffides in his own augury', 'All are corrupt and all must be destroyed'. An interesting slice of intellectual metamorphosis.