Dialogue of Comfort Against Tribulation: With Modifications To Obsolete Language By Monica StevensMore, Thomas, Saint
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Dialogue of Comfort Against Tribulation: With Modifications To Obsolete Language By Monica Stevens
More, Thomas, Saint
Consolation
So happed it one day, that he had in a great audience made an
oration in a certain manner, in which he liked himself so well that
at his dinner he thought he sat on thorns till he might hear how
those who sat with him at his board would commend it. He sat musing
a while, devising, as I thought afterward, upon some pretty proper
way to bring it in withal. And at last, for lack of a better, lest
he should have forborne the matter too long, he brought it even
bluntly forth and asked us all who sat at his board's end--for at
his own place in the midst there sat but himself alone--how well we
liked his oration that he had made that day. But in faith, uncle,
when that problem was once proposed, till it was full answered, no
man, I believe, ate one morsel of meat more--every man was fallen
in so deep a study for the finding of some exquisite praise. For he
who should have brought out but a vulgar and common commendation,
would have thought himself shamed for ever. Ten said we our
sentences, by row as we sat, from the lowest unto the highest in
good order, as though it had been a great matter of the common weal
in a right solemn council. When it came to my part--I say it not,
uncle, for a boast--methought that, by our Lady, for my part, I
quit myself well enough! And I liked myself the better because
methought that, being but a foreigner, my words went yet with some
grace in the German tongue, in which, letting my Latin alone, it
pleased me to show my skill. And I hoped to be liked the better
because I saw that he who sat next to me, and should say his
sentence after me, was an unlearned priest, for he could speak no
Latin at all. But when he came forth for his part with my lord's
commendation, the wily fox had been so well accustomed in court to
the craft of flattery that he went beyond me by far. And then might
I see by him what excellence a right mean wit may come to in one
craft, if in all his life he studieth and busieth his wit about no
more but that one. But I made afterward a solemn vow unto myself
that if ever he and I were matched together at that board again,
when we should fall to our flattery I would flatter in Latin, that
he might contend with me no more. For though I could be content to
be outrun by a horse, yet would I no more abide it to be outrun by
an ass.
But, uncle, here began now the game: he that sat highest and was to
speak last, was a great beneficed man, and not only a doctor but
also somewhat learned indeed in the laws of the church. A world was
it to see how he marked every man's word who spoke before him! And
it seemed that the more proper every word was, the worse he liked
it, for the cumbrance that he had to study out a better one to
surpass it. The man even sweated with the labour, so that he was
fain now and then to wipe his face. Howbeit, in conclusion, when it
came to his course, we who had spoken before him had so taken up
all among us before that we had not left him one wise word to speak
afterward.
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