As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
015 If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard,
[016] Bid sorrow wag, cry ‘hem!’ when he should groan,
Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk
[018] With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
020 But there is no such man: for, brother, men
[021] Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,