then thei whyche lyue vertuouslye, and agayne, none in more sorowe and calamytie then those that || lyue vngratiously. Spu. Then I haue grauted more the I thought I had. He. But what thing you haue ones cofessed too bee true (as Plato sayth) you should not deny it afterward. SPV. Go furth with your matter. HEDO The litle whelpe that is set store and greate price by, is fed most daintely, lieth soft, plaieth and maketh pastime continually, doo you thinke that it lyueth plesautly? SPV. It dooeth truely. HEDO. Woulde you wyshe to haue suche a lyfe? SPV. God forbyd that, excepte I woulde rather bee a dogge then a man, HEDO. Then you confesse that all the chief pleasures arise and spring fro the mynd, as though it were from a welspryng. SPV. ||C.iii|| That is euident ynough. HE. Forsoth the strength and efficacy of the minde is so great, that often it taketh away the felyng of al externe and outward pain & maketh that pleasaunt, which by it selfe is very peynful. SPV. We se that dayly in louers, hauyng great delight to sytte vp long & too daunce attendaunce at their louers doores all the colde wynter nyghtes. HEDo. Now weigh this also, if the naturall loue of man, haue suche great vehemency in it, which is a comune thyng vnto vs, both with bulles and dogges, howe much more should all heauenly loue excell in vs, which cometh of ye spirit of Christ, whose stregthe is of suche power, that it ||would make death a thig most terrible, too bee but a pleasure vnto vs. Spu. What other men thike inwardly I know not, but certes thei wat many pleasures which cleaue fast vnto true and perfect vertue. He. What pleasures? Spu. Thei waxe not rich, thei optein no promotio, thei baket not, thei dauce not, thei sing not, thei smell not of swete oyntmetes, thei laugh not, thei play not. He. We should haue made no mention in thys place of ryches and prefermente, for they bryng wyth them no pleasaunt lyfe, but rather a sadde and a pesiue.  Let vs intreate of other thynges, suche as they chiefely seeke for, whose desyre is to liue deliciously, see ye not daily ||C.iiii|| drokerdes, fooles, and mad menne grinne and leape? SPV. I see it HED. Do you thynke that thei liue most pleasautly? SPV God send myne enemies such myrth & pleasure. HE. Why so? Sp. For ther lacketh emongist the sobrietie of mind. HE. Then you had leuer sit fastyng at your booke, then too make pastime after any suche sorte. SP. Of the both:  truly I had rather chose to delue. H. For this is plaine that betwixt the mad ma & the drukerd ther is no diuersitie, but that slepe wil helpe the one his madnes, & with much a doo ye cure of Physicions helpeth the other, but the foole natural differeth nothing fro a brute beast except by shape and portrature of body, yet thei || be lesse miserable whom nature hathe made verye brutes, then those that walowe theim selues