“Qvel est le nõ de la present[e/] image? Occasion ce nõme pour certain. Qui fut l’autheur? Lysipus fist l’ouurage: Et que tient ell[e/]? vng rasoir en sa main. Pourquoi? pourtãtque tout trâche souldain. Ell[e/] a cheueulx deuât & non derriere? Cest pour mõstrer quelle tourne ẽ arriere Sõ fault le coup quãd on la doibt tenir Aulx talons a dis esles? car barriere (Quellesque soit) ne la peult retenir.” These French verses may be accepted as a translation of the Latin of Alciat, on the goddess Opportunity; as may be seen, she is portrayed standing on a wheel that is floating upon the waves; and as the tide rises, there are apparently ships or boats making for the shore. The figure holds a razor in the right hand, has wings upon the feet, and abundance of hair streaming from the forehead. In occaſionem. Διαλογισικῶς. [Illustration: _Alciat, 1551._] _Lyſippi hoc opus eſt, Sycion cui patria. Tu quis? Cuncta domans capti temporis articulus. Cur pinnis ſtas? vſque rotor. Talaria plantis Cur retines? Paſſim me leuis aura rapit. In dextra eſt tennis dic vnde nouacula? Acutum Omni acie hoc ſignum me magis eſſe docet. Cur in frõte coma? Occurrẽs vt prẽdar. At heus tu Dic cur pars calua eſt poſterior capitis? Ne ſemel alipedem si quis permittat abire, Ne poſſim apprehenſo poſtmodo crine capi. Tali opifex nos arte, tui cauſa, edidit hoſpes. Vtque omnes moneam: pergula aperta tenet._ Whitney’s English lines (p. 181) sufficiently express the meaning, both of the French and of the Latin stanzas,— “What creature thou? _Occasion I doe showe._ On whirling wheele declare why doste thou stande? _Bicause, I still am tossed too, and froe._ Why doest thou houlde a rasor in thy hande? _That men maie knowe I cut on euerie side, And when I come, I armies can deuide._ But wherefore hast thou winges vppon thy feete? _To showe, how lighte I flie with little winde._ What meanes longe lockes before? _that suche as meete, Maye houlde at firste, when they occasion finde_. Thy head behinde all balde, what telles it more? _That none shoulde houlde, that let me slippe before._ Why doest thou stande within an open place? _That I maye warne all people not to staye, But at the firste, occasion to imbrace, And when shee comes, to meete her by the waye. Lysippus so did thinke it best to bee, Who did deuise mine image, as you see._”