Sce. iii
Teach thy necessity to reason thus ;
There is no virtue like necessity. 132
Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite ^
The man that mocks at it and sets it light. 133
O, who can hold a fire In his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite . , :
By bare Imagination of a feast ?
Or wallow naked In December snow
By thinking on fantastic suminers's heat ?
O s no ; the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse :
Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more
Than when it bites but launceth not the sore, : 134
Act. ii. Sce i.
the tongues of dying
Enforce attention like deep harmony :
Where words are scarce they are seldom spent In vain,
Far they breathe truth that breathe their words In pain
J3e that no more must say Is listtend more. , 135
