My Lord Colambre, have you seen much yet of that young lady ?' 'No, sir.' 'Then I hope you won't be long so.

I hear great talk now of the Venus of Medicis, and the Venus of this and that, with the Florence Venus, and the sable Venus, and that other Venus, that's washing of her hair, and a hundred other Venuses, some good, some bad.

But, be that as it will, my lord, trust a fool--ye may, when he tells you truth--the golden Venus is the only one on earth that can stand, or that will stand, through all ages and temperatures; for gold rules the court, gold rules the camp, and men below, and heaven above.' 'Heaven above! Take care, Terry! Do you know what you're saying ?' interrupted Lord Clonbrony.
'Do I?
Don't I ?' replied Terry.

'Deny, if you please, my lord, that it was for a golden pippin that the three goddesses FIT--and that the HIPPOMENES was about golden apples--and did not Hercules rob a garden for golden apples ?--and did not the pious Eneas himself take a golden branch with him, to make himself welcome to his father in hell ?' said Sir Terence, winking at Lord Colambre.
'Why, Terry, you know more about books than I should have suspected,' said Lord Clonbrony.
'Nor you would not have suspected me to have such a great acquaintance among the goddesses neither, would you, my lord?
But, apropos, before we quit, of what material, think ye, was that same Venus's famous girdle, now, that made roses and lilies so quickly appear?
Why, what was it, but a girdle of sterling gold, I'll engage ?--for gold is the only true thing for a young man to look after in a wife.' Sir Terence paused, but no applause ensued.
'Let them talk of Cupids and darts, and the mother of the Loves and Graces.

Minerva may sing odes and DYTHAMBRICS, or whatsoever her wisdomship pleases.