She said, and trembling, rends her aged hairs,
    And both her cheeks with wilder fury tears: 
    Sad murmurs from her troubl’d breast arise,
    A shower of tears there issu’d from her eyes. 
    And down her face a rapid deluge run,
    Such as is seen, when a hills frosty crown,
    By warm Favonius is melted down.

Upon which, “I beseech you,” said I, “don’t grieve, I’ll recompence the loss of your goose with an ostrich.”

While amaz’d I spoke, she sat down on the bed, lamented her loss; at what time Proselenos came in with the sacrifice, and viewing the murder’d goose, and enquiring the cause, began very earnestly to cry and pity me, as it had been a father, not a goose I had slain.  But tired with this stuff, “I beseech ye,” said I, “tell me, tho’ it had been a man I kill’d, won’t gold wipe off the guilt?  See here are two pieces of gold:  with these you may purchase gods as well as geese.”

Which, when Enothea beheld, “Pardon me, young man,” said she, “I am only concern’d for your safety, which is an argument of love, not hatred; therefore we’ll take what care we can to prevent a discovery:  You have nothing to do, but intreat the gods to forgive the sin.”

   “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 man’s 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 ejaculation, 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.