But I, I drew my sharp sword sheathed at my hip
and rushed her fast as if to run her through –
She screamed, slid under my blade, hugged my knees
with a flood of warm tears and a burst of winging words:
"Who are you? where are you from? your city? your parents?
I’m wonderstruck – you drank my drugs, you’re not bewitched!
Never has any other man withstood my potion, never,
once it’s past his lips and he has drunk it down.
You have a mind in you no magic can enchant!
You must be Odysseus, man of twists and turns."
– Homer
The Odyssey, Book 10, lines 357-366. When Odysseus is not transformed by Circe’s drugs and he draws his sword on her, the enchantress becomes fearful. She is shocked that he hasn’t been turned into a pig like his men were by her potion.