Who e’re has money may securely sail, On all things with all-mighty gold prevail. May Danae wed, or rival amo’rous Jove, And make her father pandar to his love. May be a poet, preacher, lawyer, too: And bawling win the cause he does not know: And up to Cato’s fame for wisdom grow. Wealth without law will gain at bar renown, How e’re the case appears, the cause is won, Every rich lawyer is a Littleton. In short of all you wish you are possest, All things prevent the wealthy mans’ request, For Jove himself’s the treasure of his chest. While my thoughts were thus engag’d, she plac’d a cup of wine under my hands, and having cleans’d my prophane extended fingers with sacred leeks and parsley, threw into the wine, with some ejaculations, hazel-nuts, and as they sunk or swam gave her judgment; but I well knew the empty rotten ones wou’d swim, and those of entire kernels go to the bottom. When applying herself to the goose, from its breast she drew a lusty liver, and then told me my future fortune. But that no mark of the murder might be left, she fixt the rent goose to a spit, which, as she said, she had fatten’d a little before, as sensible it was to die. In the mean time the wine went briskly round, and now the old women gladly devour the goose, they so lately lamented; when they had pickt its bones, Enothea, half drunk, turn’d to me; “and now,” said she, “I’ll finish the charm that recovers your strength”: When drawing out a leathern ensign of Priapus, she dipt it in a medley of oyl, small pepper, and the bruis’d seed of nettles, paulatim coepit inserere ano meo. Hoc crudelissima anus spurgit subinde umore femina mea. Nasturcii sucum cum abrotano miscet perfusisque inguinibus meis viridis urticae fascem comprehendit, omniaque infra umbilicum coepit lenta manu caedere. Upon which jumping from her, to avoid the sting, I made off. The old woman in a great rage pursu’d me, and tho’ drunk with wine, and their more hot desires, took the right way; and follow’d me through two or three villages, crying stop thief; but with my hands all bloody, in the hasty flight, I got off. * * * * * [Illustration: National Gallery of Art THE KISS _by Rodin_ ] [Illustration: Metropolitan Museum of Art BESIDE THE SEA _by Rodin_ ]