Two sermons, of Jonahs punishmentTwo sermons, of Ionahs punishment

How many things fly out when wine goes in? how is it then that he which loveth himself, can be so cruel to himself, that he should love his life, and shorten his life? that he should love his health, and destroy his health? that he should love his strength, and weaken his strength? that he should love his wealth, and consume his wealth? that he should love his credit, and crack his credit? that he should love his understanding, and overturn his understanding? that he should love his beauty, and deform his beauty? the Poets need feigning no more, that men are transformed into beasts, for if they were living now, they should see men like beasts: some like Lyons, some like wolves, some like Foxes, some like Bears, some like Swine: who is the beast when the beasts satisfy nature, and man satisfieth appetite? when the beasts keep measure and man exceeds measure? when the beasts are found labouring, and man found surfeiting, who is the beast? I have read of a bird which hath the face of a man, but is so cruel of nature, that sometime for hunger she will set upon a man and slay him: after, when she comes for thirst unto the water to drink, seeing the face in the water like the face of him whom she devoured, for grief that she had killed one like her self, takes such sorrow, that she never eateth nor drinketh after, but beats, and frets, & pines her self to death. What wilt thou do then which hast not slain one like thy self, but thy self, thy very self with a cup of wine, and murderest so many virtues and graces in one hour?

How many things flie out when wine goes in? howe is it then that hee which loueth himselfe, can bee so cruell to himselfe, that hee should loue his life, and shorten his life? that hee should loue his health, and destroy his health? that he should loue his strength, and weaken his strength? that he should loue his wealth, and consume his wealth? that he should loue his credit, and cracke his credit? that he should loue his vnderstanding, and ouerturne his vnderstanding? that he should loue his beautie, and deforme his beautie? the Poets neede faining no more, that men are transformed into beastes, for if they were liuing now, they should see men like beasts: some like Lyons, some like wolues, some like Foxes, some like Beares, some like Swine: who is the beast when the beastes satisfie nature, and man satisfieth appetite? when the beasts keepe measure and man exceedes measure? when the beasts are found labouring, and man found surfeiting, who is the beast? I haue read of a bird which hath the face of a man, but is so cruell of nature, that sometime for hunger shee will set vpon a man and slay him: after, when shee comes for thirst vnto the water to drinke, seeing the face in the water like the face of him whome shee deuoured, for greife that shee had killed one like her selfe, takes such sorrow, that she neuer eateth nor drinketh after, but beates, and frets, & pines her selfe to death. What wilt thou doe then which hast not slaine one like thy selfe, but thy selfe, thy very selfe with a cup of wine, and murderest so many vertues and graces in one houre?