Langius smiling, and what said he do you then expect at my hands, Wafers or Muscadell? It is not long since you call'd for the sharpest Methods of Chirurgery; And rightly, for you hear a Philosopher Lipsius and not a Minstrel; whose design is to teach, not to entertain, to profit, and not to please. I had rather you should blush and be asham'd, than laugh: and that you should repent rather than triumph. The School of a Philosopher, O yea Men (said Rufus of old) is the shop of a physician, whereunto Men hasten for health and not for Divertisement. This Physician neither flatters nor smooths up any, but pierces, tents, and searches the wound, and with a kind of sharp Salt of Speech, scoures away that Scurfe that cleaves to our Minds. And therefore Lipsius dream not (no not hereafter) of Roses, Pulse, and Poppyes, but of Thorns and Poynards, of Worme-wood and Vinegar.
