2.
For as a dream commeth by the multitude of businesse: so the voice of a foole is in the multitude of words.
The multitude of numbred words we heare
Some vse in prayer, sheweth want of faith,
Like Balaams Priests their passions do appeare,
Whose hope on their enchaunting fury stayeth,
And doth not (as it should) on God depend,
Who kno••wes the fittest time thy cares to end.
For looke how cares of passed day do cause,
A swarme of aparitions in the night,
Which on the sleeping senses terror drawes,
And doth the tyred body oft affright:
So folly moues the tongue, which vainely speakes,
And vaine that is, which modest measure breakes.