Blessed _Jupiter!_ and blessed every other heathen god and goddess! for now ye will all come into play again, and with _Priapus_ at your tails----what jovial times! ----but where am I? and into what a delicious riot of things am I rushing? I ----I who must be cut short in the midst of my days, and taste no more of 'em than what I borrow from my imagination----peace to thee, generous fool! and let me go on.
Blessed Jupiter! and blessed every other heathen god and goddess! for then ye will all come into play again, with Priapus at your tails - what jovial times!
- but where am I? and into what a delicious riot of things am I rushing? I, who must be cut short in the midst of my days! - peace to thee, generous fool! and let me go on.