[3787] “Nunc si nos audis, atque es divinus Apollo,
        Dic mihi, qui nummos non habet, unde petat:” 

       “Now if thou hear’st us, and art a good man,
        Tell him that wants, to get means, if you can.”

But no man hears us, we are most miserably dejected, the scum of the world. [3788]_Vix habet in nobis jam nova plaga locum_.  We can get no relief, no comfort, no succour, [3789]_Et nihil inveni quod mihi ferret opem_.  We have tried all means, yet find no remedy:  no man living can express the anguish and bitterness of our souls, but we that endure it; we are distressed, forsaken, in torture of body and mind, in another hell:  and what shall we do?  When [3790]Crassus the Roman consul warred against the Parthians, after an unlucky battle fought, he fled away in the night, and left four thousand men, sore, sick, and wounded in his tents, to the fury of the enemy, which, when the poor men perceived, clamoribus et ululatibus omnia complerunt, they made lamentable moan, and roared downright, as loud as Homer’s Mars when he was hurt, which the noise of 10,000 men could not drown, and all for fear of present death.  But our estate is far more tragical and miserable, much more to be deplored, and far greater cause have we to lament; the devil and the world persecute us, all good fortune hath forsaken us, we are left to the rage of beggary, cold, hunger, thirst, nastiness, sickness, irksomeness, to continue all torment, labour and pain, to derision and contempt, bitter enemies all, and far worse than any death; death alone we desire, death we seek, yet cannot have it, and what shall we do? Quod male fers, assuesce; feres bene —­accustom thyself to it, and it will be tolerable at last.  Yea, but I may not, I cannot, In me consumpsit vires fortuna nocendo, I am in the extremity of human adversity; and as a shadow leaves the body when the sun is gone, I am now left and lost, and quite forsaken of the world. Qui jacet in terra, non habet unde cadat; comfort thyself with this yet, thou art at the worst, and before it be long it will either overcome thee or thou it.  If it be violent, it cannot endure, aut solvetur, aut solvet:  let the devil himself and all the plagues of Egypt come upon thee at once, Ne tu cede malis, sed contra audentior ito, be of good courage; misery is virtue’s whetstone.

[3791] “—­serpens, sitis, ardor, arenae,
        Dulcia virtuti,”

as Cato told his soldiers marching in the deserts of Libya, “Thirst, heat, sands, serpents, were pleasant to a valiant man;” honourable enterprises are accompanied with dangers and damages, as experience evinceth:  they will make the rest of thy life relish the better.  But put case they continue; thou art not so poor as thou wast born, and as some hold, much better to be pitied than envied.  But be it so thou hast lost all, poor thou art, dejected, in pain of body, grief of mind, thine enemies insult