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<h1> CHAPTER XII. — APOLOGY FOR RAIMOND SEBOND. </h1>
<p>Learning is, indeed, a very great and a very material accomplishment; and
those who despise it sufficiently discover their own want of
understanding; but learning yet I do not prize it at the excessive rate
that some others do, as Herillus, the philosopher, for one, who therein
places the sovereign good, and maintained "That it was only in her to
render us wise and contented," which I do not believe; no more than I do
what others have said, that learning is the mother of all virtue, and that
all vice proceeds from ignorance, which, if it be true, required a very
long interpretation. My house has long-been open to men of knowledge, and
is very well known to them; for my father, who governed it fifty years and
upwards, inflamed with the new ardour with which Francis the First
embraced letters, and brought them into esteem, with great diligence and
expense hunted after the acquaintance of learned men, receiving them into
his house as persons sacred, and that had some particular inspiration of
divine wisdom; collecting their sayings and sentences as so many oracles,
and with so much the greater reverence and religion as he was the less
able to judge of them; for he had no knowledge of letters any more than
his predecessors. For my part I love them well, but I do not adore them.
Amongst others, Peter Bunel, a man of great reputation for knowledge in
his time, having, with some others of his sort, staid some days at
Montaigne in my father's company, he presented him at his departure with a
book, entitled <i>Theologia naturalis; sive Liber Creaturarum, magistri
Raimondi de Sebonde.</i> And as the Italian and Spanish tongues were
familiar to my father, and as this book was written in a sort of jargon of
Spanish with Latin terminations, he hoped that, with a little help, he
might be able to understand it, and therefore recommended it to him for a
very useful book, and proper tor the time wherein he gave it to him; which
was when the novel doctrines of Luther began to be in vogue, and in many
places to stagger our ancient belief: wherein he was very well advised,
wisely, in his own reason, foreseeing that the beginning of this distemper
would easily run into an execrable atheism, for the vulgar, not having the
faculty of judging of things, suffering themselves to be carried away by
chance and appearance, after having once been inspired with the boldness
to despise and control those opinions which they had before had in extreme
reverence, such as those wherein their salvation is concerned, and that
some of the articles of their religion are brought into doubt and dispute,
they afterwards throw all other parts of their belief into the same
uncertainty, they having with them no other authority or foundation than
the others they had already discomposed; and shake off all the impressions
they had received from the authority of the laws, or the reverence of the
ancient customs, as a tyrannical yoke:</p>
<p>Nam cupide eonculcatur nimis ante metutum;<br/></p>
<p>"For with most eagerness they spurn the law,<br/>
By which they were before most kept in awe;"<br/></p>
<p>resolving to admit nothing for the future to which they had not first
interposed their own decrees, and given their particular consent.</p>
<p>It happened that my father, a little before his death, having accidentally
found this book under a heap of other neglected papers, commanded me to
translate it for him into French. It is good too translate such authors as
this, where there is little but the matter itself to express; but such
wherein grace of language and elegance of style are aimed at, are
dangerous to attempt, especially when a man is to turn them into a weaker
idiom. It was a strange and a new undertaking for me; but having by chance
at that time nothing else to do, and not being able to resist the command
of the best father that ever was, I did it as well as I could; and he was
so well pleased with it as to order it to be printed, which after his
death was done.</p>
<p>I found the ideas of this author exceeding fine the contexture of his work
well followed, and his design full of piety; and because many people take
a delight to read it, and particularly the ladies, to whom we owe the most
service, I have often thought to assist them to clear the book of two
principal objections made to it. His design is bold and daring, for he
undertakes, by human and natural reasons, to establish and make good,
against the atheists, all the articles of the Christian religion: wherein,
to speak the truth, he is so firm and so successful that I do not think it
possible to do better upon that subject; nay, I believe he has been
equalled by none. This work seeming to me to be too beautiful and too rich
for an author whose name is so little known, and of whom all that we know
is that he was a Spaniard, practising physic at Toulouse about two hundred
years ago; I enquired of Adrian Turnebus, who knew all things, what he
thought of that book; who made answer, "That he thought it was some
abstract drawn from St. Thomas d'Aquin; for that, in truth, his mind, so
full of infinite erudition and admirable subtlety, was alone capable of
such thoughts." Be this as it may, whoever was the author and inventor
(and 'tis not reasonable, without greater certainty, to deprive Sebond of
that title), he was a man of great judgment and most admirable parts.</p>
<p>The first thing they reprehend in his work is "That Christians are to
blame to repose their belief upon human reason, which is only conceived by
faith and the particular inspiration of divine grace." In which objection
there appears to be something of zeal to piety, and therefore we are to
endeavour to satisfy those who put it forth with the greater mildness and
respect. This were a task more proper for a man well read in divinity than
for me, who know nothing of it; nevertheless, I conceive that in a thing
so divine, so high, and so far transcending all human intelligence, as is
that truth, with which it has pleased the bounty of God to enlighten us,
it is very necessary that he should moreover lend us his assistance, as a
very extraordinary favour and privilege, to conceive and imprint it in our
understanding. And I do not believe that means purely human are in any
sort capable of doing it: for, if they were, so many rare and excellent
souls, and so abundantly furnished with natural force, in former ages,
could not have failed, by their reason, to arrive at this knowledge. 'Tis
faith alone that livelily mind certainly comprehends the deep mysteries of
our religion; but, withal, I do not say that it is not a worthy and very
laudable attempt to accommodate those natural and human utensils with
which God has endowed us to the service of our faith: it is not to be
doubted but that it is the most noble use we can put them to; and that
there is not a design in a Christian man more noble than to make it the
aim and end of all his studies to extend and amplify the truth of his
belief. We do not satisfy ourselves with serving God with our souls and
understandings only, we moreover owe and render him a corporal reverence,
and apply our limbs and motions, and external things to do him honour; we
must here do the same, and accompany our faith with all the reason we
have, but always with this reservation, not to fancy that it is upon us
that it depends, nor that our arguments and endeavours can arrive at so
supernatural and divine a knowledge. If it enters not into us by an
extraordinary infusion; if it enters not only by reason, but, moreover, by
human ways, it is not in us in its true dignity and splendour: and yet, I
am afraid, we only have it by this way.</p>
<p>If we hold upon God by the mediation of a lively faith; if we hold upon
God by him, and not by us; if we had a divine basis and foundation, human
occasions would not have the power to shake us as they do; our fortress
would not surrender to so weak a battery; the love of novelty, the
constraint of princes, the success of one party, and the rash and
fortuitous change of our opinions, would not have the power to stagger and
alter our belief: we should not then leave it to the mercy of every new
argument, nor abandon it to all the rhetoric in the world; we should
withstand the fury of these waves with an immovable and unyielding
constancy:</p>
<p>As a great rock repels the rolling tides,<br/>
<br/>
That foam and bark about her marble sides,<br/>
From its strong bulk<br/></p>
<p>If we were but touched with this ray of divinity, it would appear
throughout; not only our words, but our works also, would carry its
brightness and lustre; whatever proceeded from us would be seen
illuminated with this noble light. We ought to be ashamed that, in all the
human sects, there never was any of the faction, that did not, in some
measure, conform his life and behaviour to it, whereas so divine and
heavenly an institution does only distinguish Christians by the name! Will
you see the proof of this? Compare our manners to those of a Mahometan or
Pagan, you will still find that we fall very</p>
<p>short; there, where, out of regard to the reputation and advantage of our
religion, we ought to shine in excellency at a vast distance beyond all
others: and that it should be said of us, "Are they so just, so
charitable, so good: Then they are Christians." All other signs are common
to all religions; hope, trust, events, ceremonies, penance,</p>
<p>martyrs. The peculiar mark of our truth ought to be our virtue, as it is
also the most heavenly and difficult, and the most worthy product of
truth. For this our good St. Louis was in the right, who, when the Tartar
king, who was become Christian, designed to come to Lyons to kiss the
Pope's feet, and there to be an eye-witness of the sanctity he hoped to
find in our manner, immediately diverted him from his purpose; for fear
lest our disorderly way of living should, on the contrary, put him out of
conceit with so holy a belief! And yet it happened quite otherwise since
to that other, who, going to Rome, to the same end, and there seeing the
dissoluteness of the prelates and people of that time, settled himself so
much the more firmly in our religion, considering how great the force and
divinity of it must necessarily be that could maintain its dignity and
splendour among so much corruption, and in so vicious hands. If we had but
one single grain of faith, we should remove mountains from their places,
saith the sacred Word; our actions, that would then be directed and
accompanied by the divinity, would not be merely human, they would have in
them something of miraculous, as well as our belief: <i>Brevis est
institutio vit honest beauque, si credos.</i> "Believe, and the way to
happiness and virtue is a short one." Some impose upon the world that they
believe that which they do not; others, more in number, make themselves
believe that they believe, not being able to penetrate into what it is to
believe. We think it strange if, in the civil war which, at this time,
disorders our state, we see events float and vary aller a common and
ordinary manner; which is because we bring nothing to it but our own.
Justice, which is in one party, is only there for ornament and palliation;
it, is, indeed, pretended, but 'tis not there received, settled and
espoused: it is there, as in the mouth of an advocate, not as in the heart
and affection of the party. God owes his extraordinary assistance to faith
and religion; not to our passions. Men there are the conductors, and
therein serve themselves with religion, whereas it ought to be quite
contrary. Observe, if it be not by our own hands that we guide and train
it, and draw it like wax into so many contrary figures, from a rule in
itself so direct and firm. When and where was this more manifest than in
France in our days? They who have taken it on the left hand, they who have
taken it on the right; they who call it black, they who call it white,
alike employ it to their violent and ambitious designs, conduct it with a
progress, so conform in riot and injustice that they render the diversity
they pretended in their opinions, in a thing whereon the conduct and rule
of our life depends, doubtful and hard to believe. Did one ever see, come
from the same school and discipline, manners more united, and more the
same? Do but observe with what horrid impudence we toss divine arguments
to and fro, and how irreligiously we have both rejected and retaken them,
accord—as fortune has shifted our places in these intestine storms.</p>
<p>This so solemn proposition, "Whether it be lawful for a subject to rebel
and take up arms against his prince for the defence of his religion," do
you remember in whose mouths, the last year, the affirmative of it was the
prop of one party, and the negative the pillar of another? And hearken now
from what quarter comes the voice and instruction of the one and the
other, and if arms make less noise and rattle for this cause than for
that. We condemn those to the fire who say that truth must be made to bear
the yoke of our necessity; and how much worse does France than say it? Let
us confess the truth; whoever should draw out from the army, even that
raised by the king, those who take up arms out of pure zeal to religion,
and also those who only do it to protect the laws of their country, or for
the service of their prince, could hardly, out of both these put together,
make one complete company of gens-d'armes. Whence does this proceed, that
there are so few to be found who have maintained the same will and the
same progress in our civil commotions, and that we see them one while move
but a foot-pace, and another run full speed? and the same men one while
damage our affairs by their violent heat and fierceness, and another by
their coldness, gentleness, and slowness; but that they are pushed on by
particular and casual considerations, according to the variety wherein
they move?</p>
<p>I evidently perceive that we do not willingly afford devotion any other
offices but those that least suit with our own passions.</p>
<p>There hostility so admirable as the Christian. Our zeal performs wonders,
when it seconds our inclinations to hatred, cruelty, ambition, avarice,
detraction, and rebellion: but when it moves, against the hair, towards
bounty, benignity, and temperance, unless, by miracle, some rare and
virtuous disposition prompts us to it, we stir neither hand nor toot. Our
religion is intended to extirpate vices, whereas it screens, nourishes,
and incites them. We must not mock God. If we believed in him, I do not
say by faith, but with a simple belief, that is to say (and I speak it to
our great shame) if we believed in him and recognised him as we do any
other history, or as we would do one of our companions, we should love him
above all other things for the infinite bounty and beauty that shines in
him;—at least, he would go equal in our affection with riches,
pleasure, glory, and our friends. The best of us is not so much afraid to
outrage him as he is afraid to injure his neighbour, his kinsman, or his
master. Is there any understanding so weak that, having on one side the
object of one of our vicious pleasures, and on the other (in equal
knowledge and persuasion) the state of an immortal glory, would change the
first for the other? and yet we often renounce this out of mere contempt:
for what lust tempts us to blaspheme, if not, perhaps, the very desire to
offend. The philosopher Antisthenes, as he was being initiated in the
mysteries of Orpheus, the priest telling him, "That those who professed
themselves of that religion were certain to receive perfect and eternal
felicity after death,"—"If thou believest that," answered he, "why
dost thou not die thyself?" Diogenes, more rudely, according to his
manner, and more remote from our purpose, to the priest that in like
manner preached to him, "To become of his religion, that he might obtain
the happiness of the other world;—"What!" said he, "thou wouldest
have me to believe that Agesilaus and Epaminondas, who were so great men,
shall be miserable, and that thou, who art but a calf, and canst do
nothing to purpose, shalt be happy, because thou art a priest?" Did we
receive these great promises of eternal beatitude with the same reverence
and respect that we do a philosophical discourse, we should not have death
in so great horror:</p>
<p>Non jam se moriens dissolvi conqurreretur;<br/>
Sed magis ire foras, stemque relinquere ut angais,<br/>
Gauderet, prealonga senex aut cornua cervus.<br/>
<br/>
"We should not on a death bed grieve to be<br/>
Dissolved, but rather launch out cheerfully<br/>
From our old hut, and with the snake, be glad<br/>
To cast off the corrupted slough we had;<br/>
Or with th' old stag rejoice to be now clear<br/>
From the large horns, too ponderous grown to bear."<br/></p>
<p>"I desire to be dissolved," we should say, "and to be with Jesus Christ"
The force of Plato's arguments concerning the immortality of the soul set
some of his disciples to seek a premature grave, that they might the
sooner enjoy the things he had made them hope for.</p>
<p>All this is a most evident sign that we only receive our religion after
our own fashion, by our own hands, and no otherwise than as other
religions are received. Either we are happened in the country where it is
in practice, or we reverence the antiquity of it, or the authority of the
men who have maintained it, or fear the menaces it fulminates against
misbelievers, or are allured by its promises. These considerations ought,
'tis true, to be applied to our belief but as subsidiaries only, for they
are human obligations. Another religion, other witnesses, the like
promises and threats, might, by the same way, imprint a quite contrary
belief. We are Christians by the same title that we are Perigordians or
Germans. And what Plato says, "That there are few men so obstinate in
their atheism whom a pressing danger will not reduce to an acknowledgment
of the divine power," does not concern a true Christian: 'tis for mortal
and human religions to be received by human recommendation. What kind of
faith can that be that cowardice and want of courage establish in us? A
pleasant faith, that does not believe what it believes but for want of
courage to disbelieve it! Can a vicious passion, such as inconstancy and
astonishment, cause any regular product in our souls? "They are confident
in their judgment," says he, "that what is said of hell and future
torments is all feigned: but an occasion of making the expedient
presenting itself, when old age or diseases bring them to the brink of the
grave, the terror of death, by the horror of that future condition,
inspires them with a new belief!" And by reason that such impressions
render them timorous, he forbids in his <i>Laws</i> all such threatening
doctrines, and all persuasion that anything of ill can befall a man from
the gods, excepting for his great good when they happen to him, and for a
medicinal effect. They say of Bion that, infected with the atheism of
Theodoras, he had long had religious men in great scorn and contempt, but
that death surprising him, he gave himself up to the most extreme
superstition; as if the gods withdrew and returned according to the
necessities of Bion. Plato and these examples would conclude that we are
brought to a belief of God either by reason or by force. Atheism being a
proposition as unnatural as monstrous, difficult also and hard to
establish in the human understanding, how arrogant soever, there are men
enough seen, out of vanity and pride, to be the authors of extraordinary
and reforming opinions, and outwardly to affect the profession of them;
who, if they are such fools, have, nevertheless, not the power to plant
them in their own conscience. Yet will they not fail to lift up their
hands towards heaven if you give them a good thrust with a sword in the
breast, and when fear or sickness has abated and dulled the licentious
fury of this giddy humour they will easily re-unite, and very discreetly
suffer themselves to be reconciled to the public faith and examples. A
doctrine seriously digested is one thing, and those superficial
impressions another; which springing from the disorder of an unhinged
understanding, float at random and great uncertainty in the fancy.
Miserable and senseless men, who strive to be worse than they can!</p>
<p>The error of paganism and the ignorance of our sacred truth, let this
great soul of Plato, but great only in human greatness, fall also into
this other mistake, "That children and old men were most susceptible of
religion," as if it sprung and derived its credit from our weakness. The
knot that ought to bind the judgment and the will, that ought to restrain
the soul and join it to our creator, should be a knot that derives its
foldings and strength not from our considerations, from our reasons and
passions, but from a divine and supernatural constraint, having but one
form, one face, and one lustre, which is the authority of God and his
divine grace. Now the heart and soul being governed and commanded by
faith, 'tis but reason that they should muster all our other faculties,
according as they are able to perform to the service and assistance of
their design. Neither is it to be imagined that all this machine has not
some marks imprinted upon it by the hand of the mighty architect, and that
there is not in the things of this world some image that in some measure
resembles the workman who has built and formed them. He has, in his
stupendous works, left the character of his divinity, and 'tis our own
weakness only that hinders us from discerning it. 'Tis what he himself is
pleased to tell us, "That he manifests his invisible operations to us by
those that are visible." Sebond applied himself to this laudable and noble
study, and demonstrates to us that there is not any part or member of the
world that disclaims or derogates from its maker. It were to do wrong to
the divine goodness, did not the universe consent to our belief. The
heavens, the earth, the elements, our bodies and our souls,—all
things concur to this; we have but to find out the way to use them; they
instruct us, if we are capable of instruction. For this world is a sacred
temple, into which man is introduced, there to contemplate statues, not
the works of a mortal hand, but such as the divine purpose has made the
objects of sense; the sun, the stars, the water, and the earth, to
represent those that are intelligible to us. "The invisible tilings of
God," says St. Paul, "appear by the creation of the world, his eternal
wisdom and divinity being considered by his works."</p>
<p>And God himself envies not men the grace<br/>
Of seeing and admiring heaven's face;<br/>
But, rolling it about, he still anew<br/>
Presents its varied splendour to our view,<br/>
And on oar minds himself inculcates, so<br/>
That we th' Almighty mover well may know:<br/>
Instructing us by seeing him the cause<br/>
Of ill, to revcreoce and obey his laws."<br/></p>
<p>Now our prayers and human discourses are but as sterile and undigested
matter. The grace of God is the form; 'tis that which gives fashion and
value to it. As the virtuous actions of Socrates and Cato remain vain and
fruitless, for not having had the love and obedience to the true creator
of all things, so is it with our imaginations and discourses; they have a
kind of body, but it is an inform mass, without fashion and without light,
if faith and grace be not added thereto. Faith coming to tinct and
illustrate Sehond's arguments renders them firm and stolid; and to that
degree that they are capable of serving for directions, and of being the
first guides to an elementary Christian to put him into the way of this
knowledge. They in some measure form him to, and render him capable of,
the grace of God, by which means he afterwards completes and perfects
himself in the true belief. I know a man of authority, bred up to letters,
who has confessed to me to have been brought back from the errors of
unbelief by Sebond's arguments. And should they be stripped of this
ornament, and of the assistance and approbation of the faith, and be
looked upon as mere fancies only, to contend with those who are
precipitated into the dreadful and horrible darkness of irrligion, they
will even there find them as solid and firm as any others of the same
quality that can be opposed against them; so that we shall be ready to say
to our opponents:</p>
<p>Si melius quid habes, arcesse; vel imperium fer:<br/>
<br/>
"If you have arguments more fit.<br/>
Produce them, or to these submit."<br/></p>
<p>let them admit the force of our reasons, or let them show us others, and
upon some other subject, better woven and of finer thread. I am, unawares,
half engaged in the second objection, to which I proposed to make answer
in the behalf of Sebond. Some say that his arguments are weak, and unable
to make good what he intends, and undertake with great ease to confute
them. These are to be a little more roughly handled, for they are more
dangerous and malicious than the first Men willingly wrest the sayings of
others to favour their own prejudicate opinions. To an atheist all
writings tend to atheism: he corrupts the most innocent matter with his
own venom. These have their judgments so prepossessed that they cannot
relish Sebond's reasons. As to the rest, they think we give them very fair
play in putting them into the liberty of combatting our religion with
weapons merely human, whom, in her majesty, full of authority and command,
they durst not attack. The means that I shall use, and that I think most
proper to subdue this frenzy, is to crush and spurn under foot pride and
human arrogance; to make them sensible of the inanity, vanity, and
vileness of man; to wrest the wretched arms of their reason out of their
hands; to make them bow down and bite the ground under the authority and
reverence of the Divine Majesty. 'Tis to that alone that knowledge and
wisdom appertain; that alone that can make a true estimate of itself, and
from which we purloin whatever we value ourselves upon: [—Greek—]
"God permits not any being but himself to be truly wise." Let us subdue
this presumption, the first foundation of the tyranny of the evil spirit
<i>Deus superbis re-sistit, humilibus autem dal gratiam.</i> "God resists
the proud, but gives grace to the humble." "Understanding is in the gods,"
says Plato, "and not at all, or very little, in men." Now it is in the
mean time a great consolation to a Christian man to see our frail and
mortal parts so fitly suited to our holy and divine faith that, when we
employ them to the subjects of their own mortal and frail nature they are
not even there more unitedly or more firmly adjusted. Let us see, then, if
man has in his power other more forcible and convincing reasons than those
of Sebond; that is to say, if it be in him to arrive at any certainty by
argument and reason. For St. Augustin, disputing against these people, has
good cause to reproach them with injustice, "In that they maintain the
part of our belief to be false that our reason cannot establish." And to
show that a great many things may be, and have been, of which our nature
could not sound the reason and causes, he proposes to them certain known
and undoubted experiments, wherein men confess they see nothing; and this
he does, as all other things, with a curious and ingenious inquisition. We
must do more than this, and make them know that, to convince the weakness
of their reason, there is no necessity of culling out uncommon examples:
and that it is so defective and so blind that there is no faculty clear
enough for it; that to it the easy and the hard are all one; that all
subjects equally, and nature in general, disclaim its authority and reject
its mediation.</p>
<p>What does truth mean when she preaches to us to fly worldly philosophy,
when she so often inculcates to us, "That our wisdom is but folly in the
sight of God: that the vainest of all vanities is man: that the man who
presumes upon his wisdom does not yet know what wisdom is; and that man,
who is nothing, if he thinks himself to be anything, does seduce and
deceive himself." These sentences of the Holy Spirit do so clearly and
vividly express that which I would maintain that I should need no other
proof against men who would with all humility and obedience submit to his
authority: but these will be whipped at their own expense, and will not
suffer a man to oppose their reason but by itself.</p>
<p>Let us then, for once, consider a man alone, without foreign assistance,
armed only with his own proper arms, and unfurnished of the divine grace
and wisdom, which is all his honour, strength, and the foundation of his
being. Let us see how he stands in this fine equipage. Let him make me
understand, by the force of his reason, upon what foundations he has built
those great advantages he thinks he has over other creatures. Who has made
him believe that this admirable motion of the celestial arch, the eternal
light of those luminaries that roll so high over his head, the wondrous
and fearful motions of that infinite ocean, should be established and
continue so many ages for his service and convenience? Can any thing be
imagined so ridiculous, that this miserable and wretched creature, who is
not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all
things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he
has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole? And
the privilege which he attributes to himself of being the only creature in
this vast fabric who has the understanding to discover the beauty and the
paris of it; the only one who can return thanks to the architect, and keep
account of the revenues and disbursements of the world; who, I wonder,
sealed him this patent? Let us see his commission for this great
employment Was it granted in favour of the wise only? Few people will be
concerned in it. Are fools and wicked persons worthy so extraordinary a
favour, and, being the worst part of the world, to be preferred before the
rest? Shall we believe this man?—"For whose sake shall we,
therefore, conclude that the world was made? For theirs who have the use
of reason: these are gods and men, than whom certainly nothing can be
better:" we can never sufficiently decry the impudence of this
conjunction. But, wretched creature, what has he in himself worthy of such
an advantage? Considering the incorruptible existence of the celestial
bodies; beauty; magnitude, and continual revolution by so exact a rule;</p>
<p>Cum suspicimus mni clestia mundi<br/>
Templa super, stellisque micantibus arthera fiium,<br/>
El venit in mcntem lun solisque viarurn.<br/>
<br/>
"When we the heavenly arch above behold.<br/>
And the vast sky adorned with stars of gold.<br/>
And mark the r'eglar course? that the sun<br/>
And moon in their alternate progress run."<br/></p>
<p>considering the dominion and influence those bodies have, not only over
our lives and fortunes;</p>
<p>Facta etenim et vitas hominum suspendit ab aatris;<br/>
<br/>
"Men's lives and actions on the stars depend."<br/></p>
<p>but even over our inclinations, our thoughts and wills, which they govern,
incite and agitate at the mercy of their influences, as our reason teaches
us;</p>
<p>"Contemplating the stars he finds that they<br/>
Rule by a secret and a silent sway;<br/>
And that the enamell'd spheres which roll above<br/>
Do ever by alternate causes move.<br/>
And, studying these, he can also foresee,<br/>
By certain signs, the turns of destiny;"<br/></p>
<p>seeing that not only a man, not only kings, but that monarchies, empires,
and all this lower world follow the influence of the celestial motions,</p>
<p>"How great a change a little motion brings!<br/>
So great this kingdom is that governs kings:"<br/></p>
<p>if our virtue, our vices, our knowledge, and this very discourse we are
upon of the power of the stars, and the comparison we are making betwixt
them and us, proceed, as our reason supposes, from their favour;</p>
<p>"One mad in love may cross the raging main,<br/>
To level lofty Ilium with the plain;<br/>
Another's fate inclines him more by far<br/>
To study laws and statutes for the bar.<br/>
Sons kill their father, fathers kill their sons,<br/>
And one arm'd brother 'gainst another runs..<br/>
This war's not their's, but fate's, that spurs them on<br/>
To shed the blood which, shed, they must bemoan;<br/>
And I ascribe it to the will of fate<br/>
That on this theme I now expatiate:"<br/></p>
<p>if we derive this little portion of reason we have from the bounty of
heaven, how is it possible that reason should ever make us equal to it?
How subject its essence and condition to our knowledge? Whatever we see in
those bodies astonishes us: <i>Qu molitio, qua ferramenta, qui vectes,
qu machina, qui ministri tanti operis fuerunt?</i> "What contrivance,
what tools, what materials, what engines, were employed about so
stupendous a work?" Why do we deprive them of soul, of life, and
discourse? Have we discovered in them any immoveable or insensible
stupidity, we who have no commerce with them but by obedience? Shall we
say that we have discovered in no other creature but man the use of a
reasonable soul? What! have we seen any thing like the sun? Does he cease
to be, because we have seen nothing like him? And do his motions cease,
because there are no other like them? If what we have not seen is not, our
knowledge is marvellously contracted: <i>Qu sunt tant animi angusti!</i>
"How narrow are our understandings!" Are they not dreams of human vanity,
to make the moon a celestial earth? there to fancy mountains and vales, as
Anaxagoras did? there to fix habitations and human abodes, and plant
colonies for our convenience, as Plato and Plutarch have done? And of our
earth to make a luminous and resplendent star? "Amongst the other
inconveniences of mortality this is one, that darkness of the
understanding which leads men astray, not so much from a necessity of
erring, but from a love of error. The corruptible body stupifies the soul,
and the earthly habitation dulls the faculties of the imagination."</p>
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