CHAP. XXVII.
* 1.1WHich so much the rather ought to be enioyned you, that as often as any thing is vttered by that Oracle, with an intent and hum∣ble voice, you may heare the same. When some Apostatate Priest maketh a man belieue, that the sister of Apollo hath sounded, when any one wel lerned to carue the flesh frō his muskles, woun∣deth himselfe both in armes and shoulders with a sparing hand, when some wo∣man creeping vpon her knees along the wayes howleth, and an old man appar∣relled in linnen, carrying in his hands a lanterne and a candle at midday, crieth out that some one of the Gods are displeased; you flocke about him, and listen, and entertaining one anothers mutuall amase; you affirme, that he is some Pro∣phet. Behold Socrates crieth out from that prison, into which when he entred it, be clensed it, and made it more honest then any Court of plea. What mad∣nesse is this? What nature is this so opposite against Gods and men? to defame vertues, and to violate holy things with malignant speeches? If you can, praise good men, if not passe by them. But if you take pleasure to exercise this vnbri∣dled liberty, assaile one another: for when you are mad against heauen (I say not that you commit sacriledge) but you loose your labours. Sometimes I ministred matter to Aristophanes to breake his iests vpon me, and all that band of comicke Poets powred out their enuenomed scoffes against me: my vertue grew more famous by these very meanes, whereby they assayled her; for it be∣houeth