You can’t buy innocence for money.

George Eliot (Felix Holt).

The gods are brethren. Wheresoe’er

They set their shrines of love or fear

In Grecian woods, by banks of Nile,

Where cold snows sleep or roses smile,

The gods are brethren. Zeus the Sire

Was fashioned of the self-same fire

As Odin, He, whom Ind brought forth,