neighbours and fellows upon any terms, he would be gone.  The twelfth and last was (a suitor in conceit) a right honest, civil, sober man, an excellent scholar, and such a one as lived private in the university, but he had neither means nor money to compass it; besides he hated all such courses, he could not speak for himself, neither had he any friends to solicit his cause, and therefore made no suit, could not expect, neither did he hope for, or look after it.  The good bishop amongst a jury of competitors thus perplexed, and not yet resolved what to do, or on whom to bestow it, at the last, of his own accord, mere motion, and bountiful nature, gave it freely to the university student, altogether unknown to him but by fame; and to be brief, the academical scholar had the prebend sent him for a present.  The news was no sooner published abroad, but all good students rejoiced, and were much cheered up with it, though some would not believe it; others, as men amazed, said it was a miracle; but one amongst the rest thanked God for it, and said, Nunc juvat tandem studiosum esse, et Deo integro corde servire.  You have heard my tale:  but alas it is but a tale, a mere fiction, ’twas never so, never like to be, and so let it rest.  Well, be it so then, they have wealth and honour, fortune and preferment, every man (there’s no remedy) must scramble as he may, and shift as he can; yet Cardan comforted himself with this, [3966]"the star Fomahant would make him immortal,” and that [3967]after his decease his books should be found in ladies’ studies:  [3968]_Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori_.  But why shouldst thou take thy neglect, thy canvas so to heart?  It may be thou art not fit; but a [3969]child that puts on his father’s shoes, hat, headpiece, breastplate, breeches, or holds his spear, but is neither able to wield the one, or wear the other; so wouldst thou do by such an office, place, or magistracy:  thou art unfit:  “And what is dignity to an unworthy man, but (as [3970] Salvianus holds) a gold ring in a swine’s snout?” Thou art a brute.  Like a bad actor (so [3971]Plutarch compares such men in a tragedy, diadema fert, at vox non auditur:  Thou wouldst play a king’s part, but actest a clown, speakest like an ass. [3972]_Magna petis Phaeton et quae non viribus istis_, &c., as James and John, the sons of Zebedee, did ask they knew not what:  nescis temerarie nescis; thou dost, as another Suffenus, overween thyself; thou art wise in thine own conceit, but in other more mature judgment altogether unfit to manage such a business.  Or be it thou art more deserving than any of thy rank, God in his providence hath reserved thee for some other fortunes, sic superis visum.  Thou art humble as thou art, it may be; hadst thou been preferred, thou wouldst have forgotten God and thyself, insulted over others, contemned thy friends, [3973]been a block, a tyrant, or a demigod, sequiturque superbia formam:  [3974]"Therefore,” saith Chrysostom, “good men do not always find grace and favour, lest they should be puffed up with turgent titles, grow insolent and proud.”