¶ Semblablye the foresay de Socrates, in Platos boke of sapiēce, saith to one The∣ages, Neuer man lerned of me any thynge, all though by my company, he became wy∣ser, I onely exhortynge, and the good spi∣ryte inspirynge.
¶ Whiche wonderfull sentence, as me see∣meth, may wel accorde with our catholike faythe, and be receyued into the commen∣taryes of the moste perfecte dyuines. For as well that sentence, as al other before re∣hersed, doo comprobate with holy Scrip∣ture, that god is the fountain of Sapience, lyke as he is the souerayne begynnyng of all generation.
¶ Also it was wonderfully well expressed, of whom Sapiēce is ingendred, by a poete named Affranius, whose verses were sette ouer the porche of the Temple, where the Senate of Rome moste commonly assem∣bled. Whiche verses were in this maner,
Vsus me genuit, mater peperit Memoria. Sophiam me Graii vocant, vos Sopientiam. Whyche in Englyshe maye be in this wyse translated.
Memory hight my mother, my fader Experyēce
Grekes call me Sophi, you name me Sapiēce.
¶ By vse or experience, in these versis ex∣pressed, the poete intēded, as wel those ac∣tes, which we our selfe daily do practise, as