11 Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter?



Ver. 11. Doth a fountain send forth] The fountain, or rather the botch, of sensual and sinful pleasures doth. Sin is a bitter sweet, ãëõêõðéêñïí , the poison of asps, which first tickleth, and then killeth. All creature comforts are dulcis acerbitas, saith one. Amarissima volulptas, saith another, (Tertul.)



" Principium dulce est, at finis amoris amarus;



Laeta venire Venus, tristis abire solet."