That’s both a prisoner to itself and jail;
Draws more fantastic shapes than in the grains
Of knotted wood, in some men’s crazy brains,
When all the cocks they think they are, and bulls,
Are only in the insides of their skulls.
Butler.
340.
He that rectifies a crooked stick bends it the contrary way, so must he that would reform a vice learn to affect its mere contrary, and in time he shall see the springing blossoms of a happy restoration.
R. Chamberlain.