This Panurge said, putting the Fore-finger of his Left-hand, betwixt the Fore and Mid∣finger of the Right, which he thrust out to∣wards Her Trippa, holding them open af∣ter the manner of two Horns, and shutting into a Fist his Thumb, with the other Fingers. Then in turning to Epistemon, he said, Lo here the true Ollus of Martial, who addicted and devoted himself wholly to the observing the Miseries, Crosses, and Calamities of others, whilst his own Wife, in the Interim, did keep an open Bawdy∣house.
This Varlet is poorer then ever was Irus, and yet he is a proud, vaunting, ar∣rogant, self-conceited, over-weening, and more insupportable then Seventeen Devils; in one word, 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, which term of old was applied to the like beggarly strut∣ting Coxcombs.
Come, let us leave this Madpash Bed∣lam, this hair-brain'd Fop, and give him leave to rave and dose his Belly-full, with his private and intimately acquainted Devils; who, if they were not the very worst of all the infernal Fiends, would ne∣ver have daigned to serve such a knavish, barking Cur as this is. He hath not learnt the first Precept of Philosophy, which is, Know thy Self: for whilst he braggeth and boasteth, that he can discern the least