Of the disagreement of a waueryng minde. The .Lxxv. Dialogue.
I AM troubled with the disagreeyng of my minde.
There is no warre woorse then this, no not ciuile warre: For that is betweene Citizens, but this with a mans owne selfe. That is betweene factions of Citizens in the streetes of the Cities, but this is fought within in ye minde, betweene the partes of the soule. And therefore, forasmuche as there is a kynde of warre, which is counted more then ciuyll warre, where not Citi∣zens onely, but kinsmen also fyght among them selues, as was betweene Caesar and Pompei, of whiche it was sayde, Heere brethren stoode, and there was shedde the parentes blood: Muche more truely may that be so called, where not the father agaynst the sonne, nor brother agaynst brother, but man agaynst hym selfe doth contende: duryng whiche stryfe, the minde hath ney∣ther quietnesse, nor securitie.
My minde is at vari∣ance, and distracted with diuers affections.
Away with that variance: begynne to minde one thyng. For tyll those contrary affections, lyke seditious Citizens, minde one and the same thyng, neuer shall the minde be quiete and at peace with it