The one has rose-nobles, I say fine and weighty ones; the other would gladly have some too.

The one knows something; the other's no dunce.

The one loves the better sort of men; the other's beloved by 'em.

The one is an old cunning fox; the other with tongue and pen, tooth and nail, falls foul on the ancient orators and philosophers, and barks at them like a cur.
What thinkest thou of it, say, thou bawdy Priapus?
I have found thy counsel just before now, et habet tua mentula mentem.
King Jupiter, answered Priapus, standing up and taking off his cowl, his snout uncased and reared up, fiery and stiffly propped, since you compare the one to a yelping snarling cur and the other to sly Reynard the fox, my advice is, with submission, that without fretting or puzzling your brains any further about 'em, without any more ado, even serve 'em both as, in the days of yore, you did the dog and the fox.

How?
asked Jupiter; when?
who were they?
where was it?
You have a rare memory, for aught I see! returned Priapus.