<< 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 >>         Unsavourie receits turne to holsome affects: the strongest Poyson is pleasant in taste, and the remedie for the poysone, offendeth the mouth with tartenesse: Nettles that stinges tha hande, maketh Pottage to comfort the heart: the blood of the Scorpion cureth the biting of the Viper. If poysoned, unpleasant, and bitter thinges retayne a vertue for the benefite of man: in my imagination (quoth he) an unquiet wife is not unprofitable though she be a little unpleasant: Her anger Keepeth servants an awe, and her quicknesse oversseth their negligence: if her tung runne at riot, where she hunts there is store of abuse, qhich must be chased either with blowes or words: if that fury of her speech offend her Husband, it is like that her outrage groweth from his fault: and where an iniury is offered, it is sufferable, if the wrong be blamed: but which maketh a full for her furious mood: as the clowdy and rainy day lightly cléered towards night: even so, though she bitterly scowld at boord, she will be sure to sweetly a bed.         The ancient Gentleman commending the quick wit of this yong Gentleman, used this circumstance before he refelled his error.         Ah (quoth he) if wit were as advised in Iudgement, as he is ready in conceite, his imaginations would turne to wonderfull effects: but as fairest colours soonest staine, as swéetest flowers are blasted with a breath: as beautifull creatures, are blemished with a little care, as the brightest Sun threatned suddaine raine: yea, as every mortall thing his imperfection: even so, with being mortall, and assigned by Nature, to make man glorious above ither creatures, by rashness corrupt the ripenes of his conceites, and to good purpose, his pride is thus abated: for otherwise, man which inioyeth wit to worship his Creator, and to live content with the liberties of the sea, and to kéepe him within the limits of the earth, would search the secrets of heaven: and I think dispossesse Pluto of hell.         Young Gentleman (quoth he) I use not this ceremony to represse your liberty pf spéech: for the errour of your rashness. I will refell with reasons and experience: but léest héer after you should be as arrogant in opinion, as you are ripe in conceite: I have thought good, friendly and briefly to signifie your imperfection: and now to answere your late suggestion.  << 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 >>