_Sed piger ad pœnas princeps, ad prœmia velox: Cuique dolet, quoties cogitur eſſe ferox._[116] Lines from Ovid, _2 Trist._, are in the margin,— “_Si quoties peccãt homines sua fulmina mittat Jupiter, exiguo tempore inermis erit._”[117] Silence, also, was represented by the image of the goddess Ageniora. In an Emblem-book by Peter Costalius, _Pegma_, edition Lyons, 1555, p. 109, he refers to her example, and concludes his stanza with the words, _Si sapis à nostra disce tacere dea_,—“If thou art wise, learn from our goddess to be silent.” That Casket Scene in the _Merchant of Venice_ (act i. sc. 2, l. 24),—from which we have already made long extracts,—contains a reference to lotteries quite in character with the prizes, “articles of plate and rich jewelry.” Portia is deeming it hard, that according to her father’s will, she “may neither choose whom she would, nor refuse whom she disliked.” “Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none?” “_Ner._ Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good inspirations: therefore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three chests of gold, silver, and lead,—whereof who chooses his meaning chooses you—will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly, but one who shall rightly love.” The Prince of Morocco (act ii. sc. 1, l. 11) affirms to Portia,— “I would not change this hue, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen;” and Portia answers,— “In terms of choice I am not solely led By nice direction of a maiden’s eyes; Besides the lottery of my destiny Bars me the right of voluntary choosing.” The prevalence of lotteries, too, seems to be intimated by the Clown in _All’s Well that Ends Well_ (act i. sc. 3, l. 73, vol. iii. p. 123), when he repeats the song,— “Among nine bad if one be good, Among nine bad if one be good, There’s yet one good in ten;” and the Countess reproving him says,— “What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah. _Clo._ One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying o’ the song: would God would serve the world so all the year! we’d find no fault with the tithe-woman, if I were the parson: one in ten, quoth a’! an’ we might have a good woman born but one every blazing star, or at an earthquake, ’twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out, ere a’ pluck one.” Shakespeare’s words will receive a not inapt illustration from the sermon of a contemporary prelate, Dr. Chatterton, Bishop of Chester from 1579 to 1595, and to whom Whitney dedicated the Emblem on p. 120, _Vigilantia et custodia_,—“Watchfulness and guardianship.”[118] He was preaching a wedding sermon in Cambridge, and Ormerod, i. p. 146, quoting King’s _Vale Royal_, tells us,—