moly quotes- 3 of
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy,
To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly:
From this fat dungeon I could rise to skin
And human title, putting pig within.
These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough.
No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof.
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