how much vanity it is that you tel us according to your Rhe∣torick,
that when you think, how dejected we will be for the fu∣ture;
and how the grief of so much time irrecoverably lost, and
the consideration of how much our friends will be ashamed of us,
will accompany us for the rest of our life, you have more compassion
for us then we have deserved. No doubt Sir, but you are a
very pittifull man! (who have so much compassion for us:)
And we are much bound to behold you. But since your cō∣passion
of us, is not only more then you think we deserve,
but, likewise, more then we think we stand in need of; we
are loath your good nature should be injurious to your
selfe. And therefore, knowing how much your selfe at
present nay need compassion, we desire you to suffer that
charity to begin at home, and not to be too lavish of that
commodity upon us, of which at present we have so little
need and you so much. But, that there may be no love lost
between us; know, that we have the like compassion for
you, upon the same account. You have but prevented us;
and taught us, by your extreme civility, what might have
better beseemed us to say. You tell us somewhere, the rea∣son,
why the Ladies at Billingsgate, amongst all their com∣plements,
have none readier then that of Whore, because,
forsooth, when they remember themselves, they think that like∣liest
to be true of others. And truly, we have reason to believe,
that the anguish of such considerations as those you menti∣on,
being so frequently present to your own thoughts,
makes you so apt to think that others may be tormented in
the like manner. (For who are more compassionate to
those that feele the toothach, then those that are most tor∣mented
with it themselves?) For, as your words are else∣where,
A man of a tender forehead, after so much insolence, and
so much contumelious language as yours, grounded upon arrogance
and ignorance, would hardly endure to outlive it.
As for our selves; I do not find, that our friends do yet
disowne us; or, that we need to feare, in this contest, the
fury of our foes. And, whatever diseases you may believe
my Conick, Sections, and Arithmetica Infinitorum, to be infe∣cted
with: I do not see, that wiser Physitians can yet dis∣cerne,
either the one to be troubled with the Scab, or the
other with the Scurvy.
But you tell us, (and that may serve for answer to the
Testimonies but now recited) Though the Beasts, that think