drunken man. And at every slip, he is faine to throw his wandring hand upon any thing; to stay him with his body, and face upwards, as God made him. Ʋmbras saepe transiliunt sicut foveas, saith S. Ambrose: Comming to a shadow of a post, or other thing in his way, hee leapes, taking it for a ditch. Canes si viderint, leones arbitrantur, & fugiunt, sayes the same Father: if he sees a dogge, he thinks it to be a Lyon; and runs with all possible hast, till hee falls into a puddle; where hee lyes wallowing, and bathing his swinish body, like a hogge, in the mire. And after all this, being restored to himselfe, he forgets, because hee knew not perfectly, what hee was, and next day returnes againe to his vomit. And thus he reeles from the Inn, or Tavern, to his house, morning and evening, night and day; till, after all his reeling, not being able to goe, hee is carried out of his House, not into the Taverne, alas, hee cannot call for what hee wants; but into his Grave. Where being layd, and his mouth stopt with dirt, hee ceases to reele; till at last, hee shall reele, body and soule, into hell: where, notwith∣standing all his former plenty, & variety of drinks, hee shall never be so gracious, as to obtaine a small drop of water, to coole his tongue. Then if it be true, as it is very likely,