Againe: 
  In trifles earnest as any man can bee,
  In earnest matters no such trifler as hee.

  [Sidenote:  Insultatio, or the Disdainefull.]
Yee haue another figure much like to the Sarcasimus, or bitter taunt wee spake of before:  and is when with proud and insolent words, we do vpbraid a man, or ride him as we terme it:  for which cause the Latines also call it Insultatio, I chose to name him the Reproachfull or scorner, as when Queene Dido saw, that for all her great loue and entertainements bestowed vpon AEneas, he would needs depart and follow the Oracle of his destinies, she brake out in a great rage and said disdainefully.
  Hye thee, and by the wild waues and the wind,
  Seeke Italie and Realmes for thee to raigne,
  If piteous Gods haue power amidst the mayne,
  On ragged rocks thy penaunce thou maist find.

Or as the poet Iuuenall reproached the couetous Merchant, who for lucres
sake passed on no perill either by land or sea, thus: 
  Goe now and giue thy life unto the winde,
  Trusting unto a piece of bruckle wood,
  Foure inches from thy death or seauen good
  The thickest planke for shipboord that we finde.

  [Sidenote:  Antitheton, or the renconter]
Ye haue another figure very pleasnt and fit for amplification, which to answer the Greeke terme, we may call the encounter, but following the Latine name by reason of his contentious nature, we may call him the Quarreller, for so be al such persons as delight in taking the contrary part of whatsoeuer shalbe spoken:  when I was scholler in Oxford they called euery such one Iohannes ad oppositum.
  Good haue I doone you, much, harme did I neuer none,
  Ready to ioy your gaines, your losses to bemone,
  Why therefore should you grutch so sore as my welfare: 
  Who onely bred your blisse, and neuer causd your care.

Or as it is in these two verses where one speaking of Cupids bowe,
deciphered thereby the nature of sensual loue, whose beginning is more
pleasant than the end, thus allegorically and by antitheton.
  His bent is sweete, his loose is somewhat sowre,
  In ioy begunne, ends oft in wofull bowre.

Maister Diar in this quarelling figure.
  Nor loue hath now the force, on me which it ones had,
  Your frownes can neither make me mourne, nor fauors make me glad.

Socrates the Greek Oratour was a litle too full of this figure, & so was the Spaniard that wrote the life of Marcus Aurelius & many of our moderne writers in vulgar, vse it in excesse & incurre the vice of fond affectation:  otherwise the figure is very commendable.