Chapter XXIV

O thou blossom of all the race Juventian
Not now only, but all as yet arisen,
All to flower in after-years arising;

Midas' treasury better you presented
Him that owns not a slave nor any coffer, 5
Ere you suffer his alien arm's presuming.

What? you fancy him all refin'd perfection?
Perfect! truly, without a slave, a coffer.

Slight, reject it, away with it; for all that
He, he owns not a slave nor any coffer. 10