wee see, nothyng reioyseth the angry man more, the too bee reuenged on his offenders, but that pleasure is turned into pain after his rage bee past, and anger subdued. Spu. I say not the contrary. He. Finally, suche leude pleasures bee taken of fallible thinges, therefore || it foloweth that they be but delusios and shadowes.  What woulde you say furthermore, if you saw a ma so deceaued with sorcerie & also other detestable witchecraftes, eat, drynke, leap, laugh, yea, and clappe handes for ioye, when ther wer no such thyng there in very dede, as he beleueth he seeth. Spu. I wolde say he were both mad and miserable. Hedo. I my self haue been often in place, where the lyke thyng hath been doone.  There was a priest whiche knewe perfectly by longe experience and practise, the arte to make thynges seme that they were not, otherwise called, deceptio visus. Sp. He did not lerne that arte of the holy scripture? Hedo. Yea, || rather of most popeholy charmes and witchecraftes:  that is too saye, of thinges, cursed, dampnable, and wourthy too bee abhorred.  Certayne ladies & gentlewomen of the courte, spake vnto hym oftentimes:  saiyng, they woulde coo[m] one day too his house and see what good chere he kept:  reprouyng, greatly vile and homly fare, and moderate expenses in all thynges.  He graunted they shulde bee welcome, and very instauntly desired them.  And they came fastyng because they would haue better appetites.  Wha they wer set to dyner (as it was thought) ther wated noo kynde of delitious meat:  they filled the selues haboudantly:  after ye feast was || doone, they gaue moost hearty thanckes, for their galaunte cheare, and departed, euery one of them vnto their owne lodgynges:  but anone their stomackes beganne too waxe an hungred, they maruayled what this shuld meane, so soone to be an hungred and a thirste, after so sumptuous a feast:  at the last the matter was openly knowen and laught at. _Spu._ Not without a cause, it had been muche better for the too haue satisfied their stomackes at their owne chabers with a messe of potage, the too be fed so delitiousli with vain illusios. _H._ And as I thik ye comune sort of men ar muche more too bee laught at, whiche in steede of Godlye thynges, ||chose vaine and transitory shadowes, and reioyce excedyngly in suche folishe phansies that turne not afterwarde in too a laughter, but into euerlasting lamentation and sorow. _Spudeus_ The more nerelier I note your saiynges, the better I like the. _Hedo._ Go too, let vs graunt for a tyme these thynges too bee called pleasaunt, that in very dede ar not.  Would yow saye that meeth were swete:  whiche had more Aloes myngled with it, then honye? _Spud._ I woulde not so say and if there were but the third part of an ounce of Aloes mixt with it. _Hedo._ Or els, would you wishe to bee scabbed because you haue some pleasure too scratch? _Spud._ Noo, if I wer ||D.i|| in my right mynd. _HED._ Then weigh with your self