For virtue high renown
Than wound your honor with a stain,
With women of the town.
Keep out of danger from disease,
Good health will you console,
But if you strive the flesh to please
Beware of grosse verole.”
In the final stanzas of this poem, which will not bear a more complete reproduction owing to a maudlin sentimentality existing in modern times, we find that the Prophet Job is not regarded as strictly virtuous, for we read:
“Prince, sachez que Job fut vertueux,
Mais si futil rongneux et grateleux,