Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
025 Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ache with air, and agony with words:
No, no; ’tis all men’s office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man’s virtue nor sufficiency,
030 To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.