<p>But to return to what I was upon before; we have for our part inconstancy,
irresolution, incertitude, sorrow, superstition, solicitude of things to
come, even after we shall be no more, ambition, avarice, jealousy, envy,
irregular, frantic, and untamed appetites, war, lying, disloyalty,
detraction, and curiosity. Doubtless, we have strangely overpaid this fine
reason, upon which we so much glorify ourselves, and this capacity of
judging and knowing, if we have bought it at the price of this infinite
number of passions to which we are eternally subject. Unless we shall also
think fit, as even Socrates does, to add to the counterpoise that notable
prerogative above beasts, That whereas nature has prescribed them certain
seasons and limits for the delights of Venus, she has given us the reins
at all hours and all seasons." <i>Ut vinum ogrotis, quia prodest rar,
nocet sopissime, melius est non adhibere omnino, quam, spe dubio salutis,
in apertam per-niciem incurrere; sic, haud scio an melius fuerit humano
generi motum istum celerem cogitationis, acumen, solertiam, quam rationem
vocamus, quoniam pestifera sint multis, ad-modum paucis saluiaria, non
dari omnino, quam tam muniice et tam large dari?</i> As it falls out that
wine often hurting the sick, and very rarely doing them good, it is better
not to give them any at all than to run into an apparent danger out of
hope of an uncertain benefit, so I know not whether it had not been better
for mankind that this quick motion, this penetration, this subtlety that
we call reason, had not been given to man at all; considering how
pestiferous it is to many, and useful but to few, than to have been
conferred in so abundant manner, and with so liberal a hand." Of what
advantage can we conceive the knowledge of so many things was to Yarro and
Aristotle? Did it exempt them from human inconveniences? Were they by it
freed from the accidents that lay heavy upon the shoulders of a porter?
Did they extract from their logic any consolation for the gout? Or, for
knowing how this humour is lodged in the joints, did they feel it the
less? Did they enter into composition with death by knowing that some
nations rejoice at his approach; or with cuckoldry, by knowing that in
some parts of the world wives are in common? On the contrary, having been
reputed the greatest men for knowledge, the one amongst the Romans and the
other amongst the Greeks, and in a time when learning did most flourish,
we have not heard, nevertheless, that they had any particular excellence
in their lives; nay, the Greek had enough to do to clear himself from some
notable blemishes in his. Have we observed that pleasure and health have a
better relish with him that understands astrology and grammar than with
others?</p>
<p>Illiterati num minus nervi rigent?<br/>
<br/>
"Th' illiterate ploughman is as fit<br/>
For Venus' service as the wit:"<br/></p>
<p>or shame and poverty less troublesome to the first than to the last?</p>
<p>Scilicet et morbis et debilitate carebis,<br/>
Et luctum et curam effugies, et tempora vit<br/>
Longa tibi post hc fato meliore dabuntur.<br/>
<br/>
"Disease thy couch shall flee,<br/>
And sorrow and care; yes, thou, be sure, wilt see<br/>
Long years of happiness, till now unknown."<br/></p>
<p>I have known in my time a hundred artisans, a hundred labourers, wiser and
more happy than the rectors of the university, and whom I had much rather
have resembled. Learning, methinks, has its place amongst the necessary,
things of life, as glory, nobility, dignity, or at the most, as beauty,
riches, and such other qualities, which indeed are useful to it, but
remotely, and more by opinion than by nature. We stand very little more in
need of offices, rules, and laws of living in our society, than cranes and
ants do in theirs; and yet we see that these carry themselves very
regularly without erudition. If man was wise, he would take the true value
of every thing according as it was useful and proper to his life. Whoever
will number us by our actions and deportments will find many more
excellent men amongst the ignorant than among the learned; aye, in all
sorts of virtue. Old Rome seems to me to have been of much greater value,
both for peace and war, than that learned Rome that ruined itself. And,
though all the rest should be equal, yet integrity and innocency would
remain to the ancients, for they cohabit singularly well with simplicity.
But I will leave this discourse, that would lead me farther than I am
willing to follow; and shall only say this further, 'tis only humility and
submission that can make a complete good man. We are not to leave the
knowledge of his duty to every man's own judgment; we are to prescribe it
to him, and not suffer him to choose it at his own discretion; otherwise,
according to the imbecility, and infinite variety of our reasons and
opinions, we should at large forge ourselves duties that would, as
Epicurus says, enjoin us to eat one another.</p>
<p>The first law that ever God gave to man was a law of pure obedience; it
was a commandment naked and simple, wherein man had nothing to inquire
after, nor to dispute; forasmuch as to obey is the proper office of a
rational soul, acknowledging a heavenly superior and benefactor. From
obedience and submission spring all other virtues, as all sin does from
selfopinion. And, on the contrary, the first temptation that by the devil
was offered to human nature, its first poison insinuated itself into us by
the promise made us of knowledge and wisdom; <i>Eritis sicut Dii, scientes
bonum et malum.</i> "Ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." And the
sirens, in Homer, to allure Ulysses, and draw him within the danger of
their snares, offered to give him knowledge. The plague of man is the
opinion of wisdom; and for this reason it is that ignorance is so
recommended to us, by our religion, as proper to faith and obedience; <i>Cavete
ne quis vos decipiat per philosophiam et inanes seductiones, secundum
elementa mundi.</i> "Take heed, lest any man deceive you by philosophy and
vain deceit, after the tradition of men, and the rudiments of the world."
There is in this a general consent amongst all sorts of philosophers, that
the sovereign good consists in the tranquillity of the soul and body; but
where shall we find it?</p>
<p>Ad summum, sapiens uno minor est Jove, dives,<br/>
Liber, honoratus, pulcher, rex deniqne regum;<br/>
Prcipue sanus, nisi cum pituita molesta est:<br/>
<br/>
"In short, the wise is only less than Jove,<br/>
Rich, free, and handsome; nay, a king above<br/>
All earthly kings; with health supremely blest,<br/>
Excepting when a cold disturbs his rest!"<br/></p>
<p>It seems, in truth, that nature, for the consolation of our miserable and
wretched state, has only given us presumption for our inheritance. 'Tis as
Epictetus says, that man has nothing properly his own, but the use of his
opinion; we have nothing but wind and smoke for our portion. The gods have
health in essence, says philosophy, and sickness in intelligence. Man, on
the contrary, possesses his goods by fancy, his ills in essence. We have
reason to magnify the power of our imagination; for all our goods are only
in dream. Hear this poor calamitous animal huff! "There is nothing," says
Cicero, "so charming as the employment of letters; of letters, I say, by
means whereof the infinity of things, the immense grandeur of nature, the
heavens even in this world, the earth, and the seas are discovered to us;
'tis they that have taught us religion, moderation, and the grandeur of
courage, and that have rescued our souls from darkness, to make her see
all things, high, low, first, last, and middling; 'tis they that furnish
us wherewith to live happily and well, and conduct us to pass over our
lives without displeasure, and without offence." Does not this man seem to
speak of the condition of the ever-living and almighty God? But as to
effects, a thousand little countrywomen have lived lives more equal, more
sweet, and constant than his.</p>
<p>Deus ille fuit, deus, inclyte Memmi,<br/>
Qui princeps vit rationem invenit earn, qu<br/>
Nunc appellatur sapientia; quique per artem<br/>
Fluctibus tantis vitam, tantisque tenebris,<br/>
In tam tranquilla et tam clara luce locavit:<br/>
<br/>
"That god, great Memmus, was a god no doubt<br/>
Who, prince of life, first found that reason out<br/>
Now wisdom called; and by his art, who did<br/>
That life in tempests tost, and darkness hid,<br/>
Place in so great a calm, and clear a light:"<br/></p>
<p>here are brave ranting words; but a very slight accident put this man's
understanding in a worse condition than that of the meanest shepherd,
notwithstanding this instructing god, this divine wisdom. Of the same
stamp and impudence is the promise of Democritus's book: "I am going to
speak of all things;" and that foolish title that Aristotle prefixes to
one of his, order only afforded him a few lucid intervals which he
employed in composing his book, and at last made him kill himself,—Eusebius's
Chronicon.</p>
<p>Of the Mortal Gods; and the judgment of Chrysippus, that "Dion was as
virtuous as God;" and my Seneca himself says, that "God had given him
life; but that to live well was his own;" conformably to this other: <i>In
virtute vere gloriamur; quod non contingeret, si id donum Deo, non
nobis haberemus:</i> "We truly glory in our virtue; which would not be, if
it was given us of God, and not by ourselves;" this is also Seneca's
saying; "that the wise man hath fortitude equal with God, but that his is
in spite of human frailty, wherein therefore he more than equals God."
There is nothing so ordinary as to meet with sallies of the like temerity;
there is none of us, who take so much offence to see himself equalled with
God, as he does to see himself undervalued by being ranked with other
creatures; so much more are we jealous of our own interest than that of
our Creator.</p>
<p>But we must trample under foot this foolish vanity, and briskly and boldly
shake the ridiculous foundation upon which these false opinions are
founded. So long as man shall believe he has any means and power of
himself, he will never acknowledge what he owes to his Maker; his eggs
shall always be chickens, as the saying is; we must therefore strip him to
his shirt. Let us see some notable examples of the effects of his
philosophy: Posidonius being tormented with a disease so painful as made
him writhe his arms and gnash his teeth, thought he sufficiently scorned
the dolour, by crying out against it: "Thou mayst do thy worst, I will not
confess that thou art an evil." He was as sensible of the pain as my
footman, but he made a bravado of bridling his tongue, at least, and
restraining it within the laws of his sect: <i>Re succumbere non
oportebat, verbis gloriantem.</i> "It did not become him, that spoke so
big, to confess his frailty when he came to the test." Arcesilas being ill
of the gout, and Car-neades, who had come to see him, going away troubled
at his condition, he called him back, and showing him his feet and breast:
"There is nothing comes thence hither," said he. This has something a
better grace, for he feels himself in pain, and would be disengaged from
it; but his heart, notwithstanding, is not conquered nor subdued by it.
The other stands more obstinately to his point, but, I fear, rather
verbally than really. And Dionysius Heracleotes, afflicted with a vehement
smarting in his eyes, was reduced to quit these stoical resolutions. But
even though knowledge should, in effect, do as they say, and could blunt
the point, and dull the edge, of the misfortunes that attend us, what does
she, more than what ignorance does more purely and evidently?—The
philosopher Pyrrho, being at sea in very great danger, by reason of a
mighty storm, presented nothing to the imitation of those who were with
him, in that extremity, but a hog they had on board, that was fearless and
unconcerned at the tempest. Philosophy, when she has said all she can,
refers us at last to the example of a gladiator, wrestler, or muleteer, in
which sort of people we commonly observe much less apprehension of death,
sense of pain, and other inconveniences, and more of endurance, than ever
knowledge furnished any one withal, that was not bom and bred to hardship.
What is the cause that we make incisions, and cut the tender limbs of an
infant, and those of a horse, more easily than our own—but ignorance
only? How many has mere force of imagination made sick? We often see men
cause themselves to be let blood, purged, and physicked, to be cured of
diseases they only feel in opinion.—When real infirmities fail us,
knowledge lends us her's; that colour, that complexion, portend some
catarrhous defluxion; this hot season threatens us with a fever; this
breach in the life-line of your left hand gives you notice of some near
and dangerous indisposition; and at last she roundly attacks health
itself; saying, this sprightliness and vigour of youth cannot continue in
this posture; there must be blood taken, and the heat abated, lest it turn
against yourself. Compare the life of a man subjected to such
imaginations, to that of a labourer that suffers himself to be led by his
natural appetite, measuring things only by the present sense, without
knowledge, and without prognostic, that feels no pain or sickness, but
when he is really ill. Whereas the other has the stone in his soul, before
he has it in his bladder; as if it were not time enough to suffer the evil
when it shall come, he must anticipate it by fancy, and run to meet it.</p>
<p>What I say of physic may generally serve in example for all other
sciences. Thence is derived that ancient opinion of the philosophers that
placed the sovereign good in the discovery of the weakness of our judgment
My ignorance affords me as much occasion of hope as of fear; and having no
other rule for my health than that of the examples of others, and of
events I see elsewhere upon the like occasion, I find of all sorts, and
rely upon those which by comparison are most favourable to me. I receive
health with open arms, free, full, and entire, and by so much the more
whet my appetite to enjoy it, by how much it is at present less ordinary
and more rare; so far am I from troubling its repose and sweetness with
the bitterness of a new and constrained manner of living. Beasts
sufficiently show us how much the agitation of our minds brings
infirmities and diseases upon us. That which is told us of those of
Brazil, that they never die but of old age, is attributed to the serenity
and tranquillity of the air they live in; but I rather attribute it to the
serenity and tranquillity of their souls, free from all passion, thought,
or employment, extended or unpleasing, a people that pass over their lives
in a wonderful simplicity and ignorance, without letters, without law,
without king, or any manner of religion. And whence comes that, which we
find by experience, that the heaviest and dullest men are most able; and
the most to be desired in amorous performances; and that the love of a
muleteer often renders itself more acceptable than that of a gentleman, if
it be not that the agitation of the soul in the latter disturbs his
physical ability, dissolves and tires it, as it also ordinarily troubles
and tires itself. What puts the soul beside itself, and more usually
throws it into madness, but her own promptness, vigour, and agility, and,
finally, her own proper force? Of what is the most subtle folly made, but
of the most subtle wisdom? As great friendships spring from great
enmities, and vigorous health from mortal diseases, so from the rare and
vivid agitations of our souls proceed the most wonderful and most
distracted frenzies; 'tis but half a turn of the toe from the one to the
other. In the actions of madmen we see how infinitely madness resembles
the most vigorous operations of the soul. Who does not know how
indiscernible the difference is betwixt folly and the sprightly elevations
of a free soul, and the effects of a supreme and extraordinary virtue?
Plato says that melancholy persons are the most capable of discipline, and
the most excellent; and accordingly in none is there so great a propension
to madness. Great wits are ruined by their own proper force and
pliability; into what a condition, through his own agitation and
promptness of fancy, is one of the most judicious, ingenious, and nearest
formed, of any other Italian poet, to the air of the ancient and true
poesy, lately fallen! Has he not vast obligation to this vivacity that has
destroyed him? to this light that has blinded him? to this exact and
subtle apprehension of reason that has put him beside his own? to this
curious and laborious search after sciences, that has reduced him to
imbecility? and to this rare aptitude to the exercises of the soul, that
has rendered him without exercise and without soul? I was more angry, if
possible, than compassionate, to see him at Ferrara in so pitiful a
condition surviving himself, forgetting both himself and his works, which,
without his knowledge, though before his face, have been published
unformed and incorrect.</p>
<p>Would you have a man healthy, would you have him regular, and in a steady
and secure posture? Muffle him up in the shades of stupidity and sloth. We
must be made beasts to be made wise, and hoodwinked before we are fit to
be led. And if one shall tell me that the advantage of having a cold and
dull sense of pain and other evils, brings this disadvantage along with
it, to render us consequently less sensible also in the fruition of good
and pleasure, this is true; but the misery of our condition is such that
we have not so much to enjoy as to avoid, and that the extremest pleasure
does not affect us to the degree that a light grief does: <i>Segnius
homines bona quam mala sentiunt.</i> We are not so sensible of the most
perfect health as we are of the least sickness.</p>
<p>Pungit<br/>
In cute vix sum ma violatum plagula corpus;<br/>
Quando valere nihil quemquam movet. Hoc juvat unum,<br/>
Quod me non torquet latus, aut pes;<br/>
Ctera quisquam Vix queat aut sanum sese, aut sentire valentem.<br/>
<br/>
"The body with a little sting is griev'd,<br/>
When the most perfect health is not perceiv'd,<br/>
This only pleases me, that spleen nor gout<br/>
Neither offend my side nor wring my foot;<br/>
Excepting these, scarce any one can tell,<br/>
Or e'er observes, when he's in health and well."<br/></p>
<p>Our well-being is nothing but the not being ill. Which is the reason why
that sect of philosophers, which sets the greatest value upon pleasure,
has yet fixed it chiefly in unconsciousness of pain. To be freed from ill
is the greatest good that man can hope for or desire; as Ennius says,—</p>
<p>Nimium boni est, cui nihil est mali;<br/></p>
<p>for that every tickling and sting which are in certain pleasures, and that
seem to raise us above simple health and passiveness, that active, moving,
and, I know not how, itching, and biting pleasure; even that very pleasure
itself aims at nothing but insensibility as its mark. The appetite that
carries us headlong to women's embraces has no other end but only to cure
the torment of our ardent and furious desires, and only requires to be
glutted and laid at rest, and delivered from the fever. And so of the
rest. I say, then, that if simplicity conducts us to a state free from
evil, she leads us to a very happy one according to our condition. And yet
we are not to imagine it so stupid an insensibility as to be totally
without sense; for Crantor had very good reason to controvert the
insensibility of Epicurus, if founded so deep that the very first attack
and birth of evils were not to be perceived: "I do not approve such an
insensibility as is neither possible nor to be desired. I am very well
content not to be sick; but if I am, I would know that I am so; and if a
caustic be applied, or incisions made in any part, I would feel them." In
truth, whoever would take away the knowledge and sense of evil, would at
the same time eradicate the sense of pleasure, and finally annihilate man
himself: <i>Istud nihil dolere, non sine magn mercede contingit,
immanitatis in animo, stuporis in corpore.</i> "An insensibility that is
not to be purchased but at the price of inhumanity in the soul, and of
stupidity of the body." Evil appertains to man of course. Neither is pain
always to be avoided, nor pleasure always pursued.</p>
<p>'Tis a great advantage to the honour of ignorance that knowledge itself
throws us into its arms, when she finds herself puzzled to fortify us
against the weight of evil; she is constrained to come to this
composition, to give us the reins, and permit us to fly into the lap of
the other, and to shelter ourselves under her protection from the strokes
and injuries of fortune. For what else is her meaning when she instructs
us to divert our thoughts from the ills that press upon us, and entertain
them with the meditation of pleasures past and gone; to comfort ourselves
in present afflictions with the remembrance of fled delights, and to call
to our succour a vanished satisfaction, to oppose it to the discomfort
that lies heavy upon us? <i>Levationes gritudinum in avocatione a
cogitand molesti, et revocation ad contemplandas voluptates, ponit</i>;
"He directs us to alleviate our grief and pains by rejecting unpleasant
thoughts, and recalling agreeable ideas;" if it be not that where her
power fails she would supply it with policy, and make use of sleight of
hand where force of limbs will not serve her turn? For not only to a
philosopher, but to any man in his right wits, when he has upon him the
thirst of a burning fever, what satisfaction can it be to him to remember
the pleasure he took in drinking Greek wine a month ago? It would rather
only make matters worse to him:—</p>
<p>Che ricordarsi il ben doppia la noia.<br/>
<br/>
"The thinking of pleasure doubles trouble."<br/></p>
<p>Of the same stamp is this other counsel that philosophy gives, only to
remember the happiness that is past, and to forget the misadventures we
have undergone; as if we had the science of oblivion in our own power, and
counsel, wherein we are yet no more to seek.</p>
<p>Suavis laborum est prteritorum rmoria.<br/>
<br/>
"Sweet is the memory of by-gone pain."<br/></p>
<p>How does philosophy, that should arm me to contend with fortune, and steel
my courage to trample all human adversities under foot, arrive to this
degree of cowardice to make me hide my head at this rate, and save myself
by these pitiful and ridiculous shifts? For the memory represents to us
not what we choose, but what she pleases; nay, there is nothing that so
much imprints any thing in our memory as a desire to forget it. And 'tis a
good way to retain and keep any thing safe in the soul to solicit her to
lose it. And this is false: <i>Est situm in nobis, ut et adversa quasi
perpetua oblivione obruamus, et secunda jucunde et suaviter meminerimus;</i>
"it is in our power to bury, as it were, in a perpetual oblivion, all
adverse accidents, and to retain a pleasant and delightful memory of our
successes;" and this is true: <i>Memini etiam quo nolo; oblivisci non
possum quo volo.</i> "I do also remember what I would not; but I cannot
forget what I would." And whose counsel is this? His, <i>qui se unies
sapiervtem profiteri sit ausus;</i> "who alone durst profess himself a
wise man."</p>
<p>Qui genus humanum ingenio superavit, et omnes<br/>
Prstinxit stellas, exortus uti thereus Sol.<br/>
<br/>
"Who from mankind the prize of knowledge won,<br/>
And put the stars out like the rising sun."<br/></p>
<p>To empty and disfurnish the memory, is not this the true way to ignorance?</p>
<p>Iners malorum remedium ignorantia est.<br/>
<br/>
"Ignorance is but a dull remedy for evils."<br/></p>
<p>We find several other like precepts, whereby we are permitted to borrow
frivolous appearances from the vulgar, where we find the strongest reason
will not answer the purpose, provided they administer satisfaction and
comfort Where they cannot cure the wound, they are content to palliate and
benumb it I believe they will not deny this, that if they could add order
and constancy in a state of life that could maintain itself in ease and
pleasure by some debility of judgment, they would accept it:—</p>
<p>Potare, et spargere flores<br/>
Incipiam, patiarque vel inconsultus haberi.<br/>
<br/>
"Give me to drink, and, crown'd with flowers, despise<br/>
The grave disgrace of being thought unwise."<br/></p>
<p>There would be a great many philosophers of Lycas's mind this man, being
otherwise of very regular manners, living quietly and contentedly in his
family, and not failing in any office of his duty, either towards his own
or strangers, and very carefully preserving himself from hurtful things,
became, nevertheless, by some distemper in his brain, possessed with a
conceit that he was perpetually in the theatre, a spectator of the finest
sights and the best comedies in the world; and being cured by the
physicians of his frenzy, was hardly prevented from endeavouring by suit
to compel them to restore him again to his pleasing imagination:—</p>
<p>Pol I me occidistis, amici,<br/>
Non servastis, ait; cui sic extorta voluptas,<br/>
Et demptus per vim mentis gratissimus error;<br/>
<br/>
"By heaven! you've killed me, friends, outright,<br/>
And not preserved me; since my dear delight<br/>
And pleasing error, by my better sense<br/>
Unhappily return'd, is banished hence;"<br/></p>
<p>with a madness like that of Thrasylaus the son of Pythodorus, who made
himself believe that all the ships that weighed anchor from the port of
Pirus, and that came into the haven, only made their voyages for his
profit; congratulating them upon their successful navigation, and
receiving them with the greatest joy; and when his brother Crito caused
him to be restored to his better understanding, he infinitely regretted
that sort of condition wherein he had lived with so much delight and free
from all anxiety of mind. 'Tis according to the old Greek verse, that
"there is a great deal of convenience in not being over-wise."</p>
<p>And Ecclesiastes, "In much wisdom there is much sorrow;" and "Who gets
wisdom gets labour and trouble."</p>
<p>Even that to which philosophy consents in general, that last remedy which
she applies to all sorts of necessities, to put an end to the life we are
not able to endure. <i>Placet?—Pare. Non placet?—Qucumque
vis, exi. Pungit dolor?—Vel fodiat sane. Si nudus es, da jugulum;
sin tectus armis Vulcaniis, id est fortitudine, rsist;</i> "Does it
please?—Obey it. Not please?—Go where thou wilt. Does grief
prick thee,—nay, stab thee?—If thou art naked, present thy
throat; if covered with the arms of Vulcan, that is, fortitude, resist
it." And this word, so used in the Greek festivals, <i>aut bibat, aut
abeat,</i> "either drink or go," which sounds better upon the tongue of a
Gascon, who naturally changes the h into v, than on that of Cicero:—</p>
<p>Vivere si recte nescis, decede peritis.<br/>
Lusisti satis, edisti satis, atque bibisti;<br/>
Tempus abire tibi est, ne potum largius quo<br/>
Rideat et pulset lasciva decentius tas.<br/>
<br/>
"If to live well and right thou dost not know,<br/>
Give way, and leave thy place to those that do.<br/>
Thou'st eaten, drunk, and play'd to thy content,<br/>
'Tis time to make thy parting compliment,<br/>
Lest youth, more decent in their follies, scoff<br/>
The nauseous scene, and hiss thee reeling off;"<br/></p>
<p>What is it other than a confession of his impotency, and a sending back
not only to ignorance, to be there in safety, but even to stupidity,
insensibility, and nonentity?</p>
<p>Democritum postquam matura vetustas<br/>
Admonuit memorem motus languescere mentis;<br/>
Sponte sua letho caput obvius obtulit ipse.<br/>
<br/>
"Soon as, through age, Democritus did find<br/>
A manifest decadence in his mind,<br/>
He thought he now surviv'd to his own wrong,<br/>
And went to meet his death, that stay'd too long."<br/></p>
<p>'Tis what Antisthenes said, "That a man should either make provision of
sense to understand, or of a halter to hang himself;" and what Chrysippus
alleged upon this saying of the poet Tyrtus:—</p>
<p>"Or to arrive at virtue or at death;"<br/></p>
<p>and Crates said, "That love would be cured by hunger, if not by time; and
whoever disliked these two remedies, by a rope." That Sextius, of whom
both Seneca and Plutarch speak with so high an encomium, having applied
himself, all other things set aside, to the study of philosophy, resolved
to throw himself into the sea, seeing the progress of his studies too
tedious and slow. He ran to find death, since he could not overtake
knowledge. These are the words of the law upon the subject: "If
peradventure some great inconvenience happen, for which there is no
remedy, the haven is near, and a man may save himself by swimming out of
his body as out of a leaky skiff; for 'tis the fear of dying, and not the
love of life, that ties the fool to his body."</p>
<p>As life renders itself by simplicity more pleasant, so more innocent and
better, also it renders it as I was saying before: "The simple and
ignorant," says St. Paul, "raise themselves up to heaven and take
possession of it; and we, with all our knowledge, plunge ourselves into
the infernal abyss." I am neither swayed by Valentinian, a professed enemy
to all learning and letters, nor by Licinius, both Roman emperors, who
called them the poison and pest of all political government; nor by
Mahomet, who, as 'tis said, interdicted all manner of learning to his
followers; but the example of the great Lycurgus, and his authority, with
the reverence of the divine Lacedemonian policy, so great, so admirable,
and so long flourishing in virtue and happiness, without any institution
or practice of letters, ought certainly to be of very great weight. Such
as return from the new world discovered by the Spaniards in our fathers'
days, testify to us how much more honestly and regularly those nations
live, without magistrate and without law, than ours do, where there are
more officers and lawyers than there are of other sorts of men and
business:—</p>
<p>Di cittatorie piene, e di libelli,<br/>
D'esamine, e di carte di procure,<br/>
Hanno le mani e il seno, e gran fastelli<br/>
Di chioge, di consigli, et di letture:<br/>
Per cui le faculta de* poverelli<br/>
Non sono mai nelle citt sicure;<br/>
Hanno dietro e dinanzi, e d'ambi i lati,<br/>
Notai, procuratori, ed avvocati.<br/>
<br/>
"Their bags were full of writs, and of citations,<br/>
Of process, and of actions and arrests,<br/>
Of bills, of answers, and of replications,<br/>
In courts of delegates, and of requests,<br/>
To grieve the simple sort with great vexations;<br/>
They had resorting to them as their guests,<br/>
Attending on their circuit, and their journeys,<br/>
Scriv'ners, and clerks, and lawyers, and attorneys."<br/></p>
<p>It was what a Roman senator of the latter ages said, that their
predecessors' breath stunk of garlic, but their stomachs were perfumed
with a good conscience; and that, on the contrary, those of his time were
all sweet odour without, but stunk within of all sorts of vices; that is
to say, as I interpret it, that they abounded with learning and eloquence,
but were very defective in moral honesty. Incivility, ignorance,
simplicity, roughness, are the natural companions of innocence; curiosity,
subtlety, knowledge, bring malice in their train; humility, fear,
obedience, and affability, which are the principal things that support and
maintain human society, require an empty and docile soul, and little
presuming upon itself.</p>
<p>Christians have a particular knowledge, how natural and original an evil
curiosity is in man; the thirst of knowledge, and the desire to become
more wise, was the first ruin of man, and the way by which he precipitated
himself into eternal damnation. Pride was his ruin and corruption. 'Tis
pride that diverts him from the common path, and makes him embrace
novelties, and rather choose to be head of a troop, lost and wandering in
the path of error; to be a master and a teacher of lies, than to be a
disciple in the school of truth, suffering himself to be led and guided by
the hand of another, in the right and beaten road. 'Tis, peradventure, the
meaning of this old Greek saying, that superstition follows pride, and
obeys it as if it were a father: [—Greek—] Ah, presumption,
how much dost thou hinder us?</p>
<p>After that Socrates was told that the god of wisdom had assigned to him
the title of sage, he was astonished at it, and, searching and examining
himself throughout, could find no foundation for this divine judgment. He
knew others as just, temperate, valiant, and learned, as himself; and more
eloquent, more handsome, and more profitable to their country than he. At
last he concluded that he was not distinguished from others, nor wise, but
only because he did not think himself so; and that his God considered the
opinion of knowledge and wisdom as a singular absurdity in man; and that
his best doctrine was the doctrine of ignorance, and simplicity his best
wisdom. The sacred word declares those miserable among us who have an
opinion of themselves: "Dust and ashes," says it to such, "what hast thou
wherein to glorify thyself?" And, in another place, "God has made man like
unto a shadow," of whom who can judge, when by removing the light it shall
be vanished! Man is a thing of nothing.</p>
<p>Our force is so far from being able to comprehend the divine height, that,
of the works of our Creator, those best bear his mark, and are with better
title his, which we the least understand. To meet with an incredible thing
is an occasion to Christians to believe; and it is so much the more
according to reason, by how much it is against human reason. If it were
according to reason, it would be no more a miracle; and if it were
according to example, it would be no longer a singular thing. <i>Melius
scitur Deus nesdendo</i>: "God is better known by not knowing him," says
St. Austin: and Tacitus, <i>Sanctius est ac reverentius de actis Deorum
credere, quam scire</i>; "it is more holy and reverent to believe the
works of God than to know them;" and Plato thinks there is something of
impiety in inquiring too curiously into God, the world, and the first
causes of things: <i>Atque illum quidem parentem hujus universitaiis
invenire, difficile; et, quum jam inveneris, indicare in vulgtis, nefas</i>:
"to find out the parent of the world is very difficult; and when found
out, to reveal him to the vulgar is sin," says Cicero. We talk indeed of
power, truth, justice; which are words that signify some great thing; but
that thing we neither see nor conceive at all. We say that God fears, that
God is angry, that God loves,</p>
<p>Immortalia mortali sermone notantes:<br/>
<br/>
"Giving to things immortal mortal names."<br/></p>
<p>These are all agitations and emotions that cannot be in God, according to
our form, nor can we imagine them, according to his. It only belongs to
God to know himself, and to interpret his own works; and he does it in our
language, going out of himself, to stoop to us who grovel upon the earth.
How can prudence, which is the choice between good and evil, be properly
attributed to him whom no evil can touch? How can reason and intelligence,
which we make use of, to arrive by obscure at apparent things; seeing that
nothing is obscure to him? How justice, which distributes to every one
what appertains to him, a thing begot by the society and community of men,
how is that in God? How temperance, which is the moderation of corporal
pleasures, that have no place in the Divinity? Fortitude to support pain,
labour, and dangers, as little appertains to him as the rest; these three
things have no access to him. For which reason Aristotle holds him equally
exempt from virtue and vice: <i>Neque gratia, neque ira teneri potest;
quod quo talia essent, imbecilla essent omnia?</i> "He can neither be
affected with favour nor indignation, because both these are the effects
of frailty."</p>
<p>The participation we have in the knowledge of truth, such as it is, is not
acquired by our own force: God has sufficiently given us to understand
that, by the witnesses he has chosen out of the common people, simple and
ignorant men, that he has been pleased to employ to instruct us in his
admirable secrets. Our faith is not of our own acquiring; 'tis purely the
gift of another's bounty: 'tis not by meditation, or by virtue of our own
understanding, that we have acquired our religion, but by foreign
authority and command wherein the imbecility of our own judgment does more
assist us than any force of it; and our blindness more than our clearness
of sight: 'tis more by__ the mediation of our ignorance than of our
knowledge that we know any thing of the divine wisdom. 'Tis no wonder if
our natural and earthly parts cannot conceive that supernatural and
heavenly knowledge: let us bring nothing of our own, but obedience and
subjection; for, as it is written, "I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,
and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent. Where is the
wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the disputer of this world? Hath not
God made foolish the wisdom of this world? For after that, in the wisdom
of God, the world knew not God, it pleased God by the foolishness of
preaching to save them that believe."</p>
<p>Finally, should I examine whether it be in the power of man to find out
that which he seeks and if that quest, wherein he has busied himself so
many ages, has enriched him with any new force, or any solid truth; I
believe he will confess, if he speaks from his conscience, that all he has
got by so long inquiry is only to have learned to know his own weakness.
We have only by a long study confirmed and verified the natural ignorance
we were in before. The same has fallen out to men truly wise, which
befalls the ears of corn; they shoot and raise their heads high and pert,
whilst empty; but when full and swelled with grain in maturity, begin to
flag and droop. So men, having tried and sounded all things, and having
found in that mass of knowledge, and provision of so many various things,
nothing solid and firm, and nothing but vanity, have quitted their
presumption, and acknowledged their natural condition. 'Tis what Velleius
reproaches Cotta withal and Cicero, "that they had learned of Philo, that
they had learned nothing." Pherecydes, one of the seven sages, writing to
Thales upon his death-bed; "I have," said he, "given order to my people,
after my interment, to carry my writings to thee. If they please thee and
the other sages, publish; if not, suppress them. They contain no certainty
with which I myself am satisfied. Neither do I pretend to know the truth,
or to attain to it. I rather open than discover things." The wisest man
that ever was, being asked what he knew, made answer, "He knew this, that
he knew nothing." By which he verified what has been said, that the
greatest part of what we know is the least of what we do not; that is to
say, that even what we think we know is but a piece, and a very little
one, of our ignorance. We know things in dreams, says Plato, and are
ignorant of them in truth. <i>Ormes pene veteres nihil cognosci, nihil
percipi, nihil sciri posse dixerunt; angustos sensus, imbecilles animos,
brevia curricula vito.</i> "Almost all the ancients have declared that
there is nothing to be known, nothing to be perceived or understood; the
senses are too limited, men's minds too weak, and the course of life too
short." And of Cicero himself, who stood indebted to his learning for all
he was worth, Valerius says, "That he began to disrelish letters in his
old age; and when at his studies, it was with great independency upon any
one party; following what he thought probable, now in one sect, and then
in another, evermore wavering under the doubts of the academy." <i>Dicendum
est, sed ita ut nihil affirment, quceram omnia, dubitans plerumque, et
mihi diffidens.</i> "Something I must say, but so as to affirm nothing; I
inquire into all things, but for the most part in doubt and distrust of
myself."</p>
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