I have undergone such unspeakable torments, in bringing forth this sermon, quoth _Yorick_, upon this occasion------that I declare, _Didius_, I would suffer martyrdom--and if it was possible my horse with me, a thousand times over, before I would sit down and make such another: I was delivered of it at the wrong end of me----it came from my head instead of my heart------and it is for the pain it gave me, both in the writing and preaching of it, that I revenge myself of it, in this manner --To preach, to shew the extent of our reading, or the subtleties of our wit--to parade in the eyes of the vulgar with the beggarly accounts of a little learning, tinsel'd over with a few words which glitter, but convey little light and less warmth----is a dishonest use of the poor single half hour in a week which is put into our hands--'Tis not preaching the gospel--but ourselves ----For my own part, continued _Yorick_, I had rather direct five words point-blank to the heart.--

'I have undergone such unspeakable torments, in bringing forth this sermon,' quoth Yorick, 'that I declare, Didius, I would suffer martyrdom before I would sit down and make such another. It came from my head instead of my heart - and it is for the pain it gave me, that I revenge myself on it in this manner. To preach - to parade before vulgar eyes our beggarly learning, tinselled over with a few words which glitter, but convey little light and less warmth - 'tis not preaching the gospel - but ourselves. For my own part,' continued he, 'I had rather direct five words point-blank to the heart.'
