CHAP. XXXIII.
IT pleaseth me to behold those caskets of monie that lie heaped in a corner.* 1.1 These are they for which men weepe out their eyes, for which the iudgement•• Hals are confused with mutte∣ring, for which Iudges being nominated out of remote Coun∣tries sit in iudgment to sentence whether of both parties a••arice is most just. What if it bee not for a bag or casket of moni••, but for a handfull of siluer, or for a pennie borrowed or lent to a mans slaue, an old man without hei••es and readie to die, is readie to burst with Anger•• what if for lesse then the thousand part of a mans interest, a sickly Vsurer with crooked limmes and lame hands only left him to number his monie, crieth out and in the very violence of his accessions, cryeth out for monie to his suerties•• If thou bring me forth whatsoeuer mony that is curran•• and vsuall in all kind of mettals, if thou cast before me whatsoeuer treasure, which auarice would burie againe•• after she had digged it vp, I thinke that all this heape is not worthie to furrow vp the brow of a good man. How much are they to be laughed at, for which wee spend so many teares?