“Had you, O Phidias, any real ill, You needs must seek for it a real cure; Now ’tis not so. And for the unreal ill I’ve found an unreal cure. Believe that it Will do thee good. Let women in a ring Wipe thee, and from three fountains water bring. Add salt and lentils; sprinkle then thyself. Each one is pure, who’s conscious of no sin.”