Chapter 48

I will unfold, or wherefore what to some Is foul and bitter, yet the same to others Can seem delectable to eat,--why here So great the distance and the difference is That what is food to one to some becomes Fierce poison, as a certain snake there is Which, touched by spittle of a man, will waste And end itself by gnawing up its coil. Again, fierce poison is the hellebore To us, but puts the fat on goats and quails. That thou mayst know by what devices this Is b…