“My dearë daughter Venus,” quoth Saturn, “My course, 707 that hath so widë for to turn, Hath morë power than wot any man. Mine is the drowning in the sea so wan; Mine is the prison in the darkë cote, 708 Mine the strangling and hanging by the throat, The murmur, and the churlish rebelling, The groyning, 709 and the privy poisoning. I do vengeance and plein 710 correctión, I dwell in the sign of the lión. Mine is the ruin of the highë halls, The falling of the towers and the walls Upon the miner or the carpenter: I slew Samson in shaking the pillar: Mine also be the maladiës cold, The darkë treasons, and the castës 711