"If thrice therewith he bathe himself, I say, His flesh no weapon for a month shall score:
He once a month must to his body lay Mine unction, for its virtue lasts not more:
This liquor can I make, and will to-day, And thou to-day shalt also prove my lore:
And well, I trust, thou shalt more grateful be, Than were all Europe won to-day by thee.
