preceptial

I pray thee , cease thy counsel ,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve . Give not me counsel ,
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine .
Bring me a father that so loved his child ,
Whose joy of her is overwhelmed like mine ,
And bid him speak of patience .
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine ,
And let it answer every strain for strain ,
As thus for thus , and such a grief for such ,
In every lineament , branch , shape , and form .
If such a one will smile and stroke his beard ,
Bid sorrow wag , cry hem when he should
groan ,
Patch grief with proverbs , make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters , bring him yet to me ,
And I of him will gather patience .
But there is no such man . For , brother , men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel , but tasting it ,
Their counsel turns to passion , which before
Would give preceptial med’cine to rage ,
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
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself . Therefore give me no counsel .
My griefs cry louder than advertisement .