Of precious housholde stuffe. The xxxvi. Dialogue.
IN my great house I haue excellent furniture.
In superfluous roomth, an vnprofitable weight: The one mini∣nistreth lurkyng for the eues, the other preye: but both of them danger for thee, and nooryshment for burnyng and malice.
In my wyde house, I haue plentie of houshold.
The one of these thou must forsake when thou changest place, & if thou wylt enioy the other, thou must often remooue it: which wyl bryng more trouble then pleasure, and more burden then ho∣nour.
I haue great store of all maner of furniture at home in my house.
A continual warre, not with theeues only, but with Myse and Moathes: Spiders also, and rust, and smoake, and dust, and raine, doo continually fight agaynst ye. Oh ye delicate rych men, with what weapons wyll ye dryue away these enimies?
My houshold stuffe is most precious.
Not the value, but contempt of the thyng, maketh a rych man: otherwyse desyre groweth by seekyng, and pouertie by desiring: so that nothyng maketh a man poorer, then the ryches of a couetous person, which if they were rightly wayed, and contempt proceeding from an indifferent minde ensued, that were the true way of riches. I wyl neuer count thee wise, whyle thou art in loue with suche follies, no if I saw thy house were co∣uered,