Wisdom (said the Dean) is a fox, who, after long hunting, will at last

cost you the pains to dig out: it is a cheese, which, by how much the

richer, has the thicker, the homelier, and the coarser coat, and whereof

to a judicious palate the maggots are the best; it is a sack-posset,

wherein the deeper you go you will find it the sweeter. Wisdom is a

hen, whose cackling we must value and consider, because it is

attended with an egg; but then, lastly, it is a nut, which, unless you

choose with judgment, may cost you a tooth, and pay you with nothing but

a worm.