Mixt contemplations in better times by Thomas Fuller ...

XIII. No tittle of Title.

TWo young Gentlemen were comparing their revenues toge∣ther, vying which of them were the best. My Demeans (saith the one) is worth two; but mine (saith the other) is worth four hundred pounds a year.

My Farms (saith the one) are worth four; but mine (saith the other) are worth eight hundred pounds a year.

My Estate (saith the one) is my own, to which the other returned no answer, as conscious to himself, that he kept, what lawfully belongeth to another.

I care not how small my means be, so they be my means: I mean my own without any injury to others. What is truly gotten, may be comfortably kept. What is otherwise, may be pos∣sessed, but not enjoyed.

Upon the Question, what is the worst bread which is eaten. One an∣swered, in respect of the coursenesse thereof; Bread made of Beans. Ano∣ther said, Bread of Acorns. But the third hit the truth, who said, Bread taken out of other mens mouths, who are the true proprietaries thereof. Such Bread may be sweet in the mouth to taste, but is not wholesome in the sto∣mack to digest.