All full, with heady liquor stored, 40

By clean conveyance disappear,

And now two bloody swords are there.

A purse she to a thief exposed;

At once his ready fingers closed.

He opes his fist, the treasure’s fled: 45

He sees a halter in its stead.

She bids Ambition hold a wand;

He grasps a hatchet in his hand.

A box of charity she shows.