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. […] Either let the earth open and swallow me, or change this form of mine so that Apollo will not love me.” […] The angry goddess had changed his form into that of a deer, the animal which he and his faithful hounds had so often hunted. […] The river god had saved himself by again changing his form. […] But what was Jason’s surprise to see, in place of the old woman he had carried across, the stately form of Juno, queen of heaven.

It is a change of form or shape, as that of a woman to a tree. […] Envy, as she advanced toward her, could not bear the sight of this noble form. […] Every object assumed a new form. […] Images of Atlas are made in the form of a man bearing the earth upon his shoulders. […] In this form Cygnus entered the river, and was constantly seen gliding by the tomb of his friend.