At this point his neighbour Don Amor or Love comes to visit the chagrined Archpriest, and is angrily reproached for promising much and doing little beyond enfeebling man’s mental and physical powers—a point exemplified by a Spanish variant of that most indecorous _fableau_, the _Valet aux douze femmes_. After listening to fable upon fable, introduced to prove that he is in alliance with the Seven Deadly Sins, Love gently explains to the Archpriest that he is wrong to flare into a heat, that he has attempted to fly too high, that fine ladies are not for him, that he should study the Art of Love as expounded by Pamphilus and Ovid, that beauty is more than rank, and that he should enlist the services of an ingratiating old woman. Love quotes the tale of the two idlers who wished to marry, supplements this with the obscene story of Don Pitas Payas, and recommends the Archpriest to put money in his purse when he goes a-wooing. Part of this passage may be quoted in Gibson’s rendering:— O money meikle doth, and in luve hath meikle fame, It maketh the rogue a worthy wight, a carle of honest name, It giveth a glib tongue to the dumb, snell feet unto the lame, And he who lacketh both his hands will clutch it all the same. A man may be a gawkie loon, and eke a hirnless brute, But money makes him gentleman, and learnit clerk to boot; For as his money bags do swell, so waxeth his repute, But he whose purse has naught intill’t, must wear a beggar’s suit. With money in thy fist thou need’st never lack a friend,0 The Pope will give his benison, and a happy life thou’lt spend, Thou may’st buy a seat in paradise, and life withouten end, Where money trickleth plenteouslie there blessings do descend. I saw within the Court of Rome, of sanctitie the post, That money was in great regard, and heaps of friends could boast, That a’ were warstlin’ to be first to honour it the most, And curchit laigh, and kneelit down, as if before the Host. It maketh Priors, Bishops, and Abbots to arise, Archbishops, Doctors, Patriarchs, and Potentates likewise, It giveth Clerics without lair the dignities they prize, It turneth falsitie to truth, and changeth truth to lies.... O Money is a Provost and Judge of sterling weight, A Councillor the shrewdest, and a subtle Advocate; A Constable and Bailiff of importance very great, Of all officers that be, ’tis the mightiest in the state. In brief I say to thee, at Money do not frown, It is the world’s strong lever to turn it upside down, It maketh the clown a master, the master a glarish clown, Of all things in the present age it hath the most renown.