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2 Is there any ascendency in Pleasure above health? will not that carry up a brave forehead without being beholding to it?¹ Alas! cold is the entertainment of delight to a warish and sickly carcase. Misera est voluptas, ubi periculi memoria addest: Pleasure is unpleasant to the memory guilty of instant danger. It is Epicurean, profane, and idle physic to sorrow. The l•ying wine on ears to make them sink, Who fears the threats of fortune, let him drink. Why doth not, then that Chaldean Monarch continue his carowsings, and wash away the Characters of that fatal ^phand from his heart, with floods of wine? alas! sorrow will keep a man sober, and restrain him from any drunkenness but it own. To omit, that mortem dabit ipsa voluptas, and the end of mirth is heaviness, what pleasure can fasten her slippery hold on the afflicted heart ^qIt is loathed while it objects and prostitutes it self to our sight, courting and wooing our affections: the more greedily we draw on Pleasure, the sooner it looseth the nature, and is turned into the contrary. Miserable Comforter; as Jobs friend were justly called) whose requested mitigation turns to aggravation of our misery. When Pleasure opens the shop of all her delectable wares, and prays the sick hand to choose what best affects it, shows perfumes, colours, wine, ⟨p. 59⟩junkets, sports, company, music, she is answered with nothing, but Away with them, away with them; they are no medicines for the head-ache, one dram of health is worth a talent of pleasure.

2 Is there any ascendency in Pleasure aboue health? will not that carry vp a braue forehead without being beholding to it?¹ Alas! cold is the entertainement of delight to a warish and sickly carcase. Misera est voluptas, vbi periculi memoria adest: Pleasure is vnpleasant to the memory guilty of instant danger. It is Epicurean, profane, and idle physicke to sorrow. The l•ying wine on eares to make them sincke, Who feares the threates of fortune, let him drinke. Why doth not, then that Chaldean Monarch continue his carowsings, and wash away the Characters of that fatall