He, with whom so many had been in love, was at last in love himself, and with a thing that had no form, or substance, — a mere shadow. […] I love you, and will do you no harm. […] Take it, with my love.” […] He hastened to her palace, told her his story, and begged for a love potion, a drink, which should make Scylla love him. […] “The great goddess of love.”