They flattered 115 me like a dog and told me I had the white hairs in 116 my beard ere the black ones were there. To say “ay” 117 and “no” to everything that I said “ay” and “no” to 118 was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me 119 once and the wind to make me chatter, when the 120 thunder would not peace at my bidding, there I 121 found ’em, there I smelt ’em out. Go to. They are 122 not men o’ their words; they told me I was every- 123 thing. ’Tis a lie. I am not ague-proof.
