<p>We are to observe that to every thing nothing is more dear and estimable
than its being (the lion, the eagle the dolphin, prize nothing above their
own kind); and that every thing assimilates the qualities of all other
things to its own proper qualities, which we may indeed extend or
contract, but that's all; for beyond that relation and principle our
imagination cannot go, can guess at nothing else, nor possibly go out
thence, nor stretch beyond it; whence spring these ancient conclusions: of
all forms the most beautiful is that of man; therefore God must be of that
form. No one can be happy without virtue, nor virtue be without reason,
and reason cannot inhabit anywhere but in a human shape; God is therefore
clothed in a human figure. <i>Ita est informatum et anticipatum mentibus
nostris, ut homini, quum de Deo cogitet, forma occurrat hu-mana.</i> "It
is so imprinted in our minds, and the fancy is so prepossessed with it,
that when a man thinks of God, a human figure ever presents itself to the
imagination." Therefore it was that Xenophanes pleasantly said, "That if
beasts frame any gods to themselves, as 'tis likely they do, they make
them certainly such as themselves are, and glorify themselves in it, as we
do. For why may not a goose say thus; "All the parts of the universe I
have an interest in; the earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light
me; the stars have their influence upon me; I have such an advantage by
the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing that yon heavenly roof
looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling of nature! Is it not man
that keeps, lodges, and serves me? 'Tis for me that he both sows and
grinds; if he eats me he does the same by his fellow-men, and so do I the
worms that kill and devour him." As much might be said by a crane, and
with greater confidence, upon the account of the liberty of his flight,
and the possession of that high and beautiful region. <i>Tam blanda
conciliatrix, et tam sui est lena ipsa natura.</i> "So flattering and
wheedling a bawd is nature to herself."</p>
<p>Now by the same consequence, the destinies are then for us; for us the
world; it shines it thunders for us; creator and creatures, all are for
us; ''tis the mark and point to which the universality of things aims.
Look into the records that philosophy has kept for two thousand years and
more, of the affairs of heaven; the gods all that while have neither acted
nor spoken but for man. She does not allow them any other consultation or
occupation. See them here against us in war:—</p>
<p>Domitosque Hercule manu<br/>
Telluris juvenes, unde periculum<br/>
Fulgens contre mu it domus<br/>
Saturai veteris.<br/>
<br/>
"The brawny sons of earth, subdu'd by hand<br/>
Of Hercules on the Phlegran strand,<br/>
Where the rude shock did such an uproar make,<br/>
As made old Saturn's sparkling palace shake."<br/></p>
<p>And here you shall see them participate of our troubles, to make a return
for our having so often shared in theirs:—</p>
<p>Neptunus muros, magnoque emota tridenti<br/>
Fundamenta quatit, totamque sedibus urbem<br/>
Emit: hie Juno Scas svissima portas Prima tenet.<br/>
<br/>
"Amidst that smother Neptune holds his place,<br/>
Below the walls' foundation drives his mace,<br/>
And heaves the city from its solid base.<br/>
See where in arms the cruel Juno stands,<br/>
Full in the Scan gate."<br/></p>
<p>The Caunians, jealous of the authority of their own proper gods, armed
themselves on the days of their devotion, and through the whole of their
precincts ran cutting and slashing the air with their swords, by that
means to drive away and banish all foreign gods out of their territory.
Their powers are limited according that the plague, that the scurf, that
the phthisic; one cures one sort of itch, another another: <i>Adeo minimis
etiam rebus prava religio inserit Deos?</i> "At such a rate does false
religion create gods for the most contemptible uses." This one makes
grapes grow, that onions; this has the presidence over lechery, that over
merchandise; for every sort of artisan a god; this has his province and
reputation in the east; that his in the west:—</p>
<p>"Here lay her armour, here her chariot stood."<br/>
<br/>
O sancte Apollo, qui umbilicum certum terrarum obtines!<br/>
<br/>
"O sacred Phoebus, who with glorious ray,<br/>
From the earth's centre, dost thy light display."<br/>
<br/>
Pallada Cecropid, Minola Creta Dianam,<br/>
Vulcanum tellus Hypsipylea colit,<br/>
Junonem Sparte, Pelopeladesque Mycen;<br/>
Pinigerum Fauni Mnalis ora caput;<br/>
Mars Latio venerandus.<br/>
<br/>
"Th' Athenians Pallas, Cynthia Crete adore,<br/>
Vulcan is worshipped on the Lemnian shore.<br/>
Proud Juno's altars are by Spartans fed,<br/>
Th' Arcadians worship Faunus, and 'tis said<br/>
To Mars, by Italy, is homage paid."<br/></p>
<p>to our necessity; this cures horses, that men,</p>
<p>Hic illius arma, Hic currus fuit.<br/></p>
<p>This has only one town or family in his possession; that lives alone; that
in company, either voluntary or upon necessity:—</p>
<p>Junctaque sunt magno templa nepotis avo.<br/>
<br/>
"And temples to the nephew joined are,<br/>
To those were reared to the great-grandfather."<br/></p>
<p>In here are some so wretched and mean (for the number amounts to six and
thirty thousand) that they must pack five or six together, to produce one
ear of corn, and thence take their several names; three to a door—that
of the plank, that of the hinge, and that of the threshold. Four to a
child—protectors of his swathing-clouts, his drink, meat, and
sucking. Some certain, some uncertain and doubtful, and some that are not
yet entered Paradise:—</p>
<p>Quos, quoniam coli nondum dignamur honore,<br/>
Quas dedimus cert terras habitare sinanras:<br/>
<br/>
"Whom, since we yet not worthy think of heaven,<br/>
We suffer to possess the earth we've given."<br/></p>
<p>There are amongst them physicians, poets, and civilians. Some of a mean
betwixt the divine and human nature; mediators betwixt God and us, adorned
with a certain second and diminutive sort of adoration; infinite in titles
and offices; some good; others ill; some old and decrepit, and some that
are mortal. For Chrysippus was of opinion that in the last conflagration
of the world all the gods were to die but Jupiter. Man makes a thousand
pretty societies betwixt God and him; is he not his countryman?</p>
<p>Jovis incunabula Creten.<br/>
<br/>
"Crete, the cradle of Jupiter."<br/></p>
<p>And this is the excuse that, upon consideration of this subject, Scvola,
a high priest, and Varro, a great theologian in their times, make us:
"That it is necessary that the people should be ignorant of many things
that are true, and believe many things that are false." <i>Quum veritatem
qua liberetur inquirat credatur ei expedire quod fallitur.</i> "Seeing he
inquires into the truth, by which he would be made free, 'tis fit he
should be deceived." Human eyes cannot perceive things but by the forms
they know; and we do not remember what a leap miserable Phton took for
attempting to guide his father's horses with a mortal hand. The mind of
man falls into as great a depth, and is after the same manner bruised and
shattered by his own rashness. If you ask of philosophy of what matter the
heavens and the sun are? what answer will she return, if not that it is
iron, or, with Anaxagoras, stone, or some other matter that she makes use
of? If a man inquire of Zeno what nature is? "A fire," says he, "an
artisan, proper for generation, and regularly proceeding." Archimedes,
master of that science which attributes to itself the precedency before
all others for truth and certainty; "the sun," says he, "is a god of
red-hot iron." Was not this a fine imagination, extracted from the
inevitable necessity of geometrical demonstrations? Yet not so inevitable
and useful but that Socrates thought it was enough to know so much of
geometry only as to measure the land a man bought or sold; and that
Polynus, who had been a great and famous doctor in it, despised it, as
full of falsity and manifest vanity, after he had once tasted the delicate
fruits of the lozelly gardens of Epicurus. Socrates in Xenophon,
concerning this affair, says of Anaxagoras, reputed by antiquity learned
above all others in celestial and divine matters, "That he had cracked his
brain, as all other men do who too immoderately search into knowledges
which nothing belong to them:" when he made the sun to be a burning stone,
he did not consider that a stone does not shine in the fire; and, which is
worse, that it will there consume; and in making the sun and fire one,
that fire does not turn the complexions black in shining upon them; that
we are able to look fixedly upon fire; and that fire kills herbs and
plants. 'Tis Socrates's opinion, and mine too, that the best judging of
heaven is not to judge of it at all. Plato having occasion, in his <i>Timous</i>,
to speak of the demons, "This undertaking," says he, "exceeds my ability."
We are therefore to believe those ancients who said they were begotten by
them; 'tis against all reason to refuse a man's faith to the children of
the gods, though what they say should not be proved by any necessary or
probable reasons; seeing they engage to speak of domestic and familiar
things.</p>
<p>Let us see if we have a little more light in the knowledge of human and
natural things. Is it not a ridiculous attempt for us to forge for those
to whom, by our own confession, our knowledge is not able to attain,
another body, and to lend a false form of our own invention; as is
manifest in this motion of the planets; to which, seeing our wits cannot
possibly arrive, nor conceive their natural conduct, we lend them
material, heavy, and substantial springs of our own by which to move:—</p>
<p>Temo aureus, aurea summ<br/>
Curvatura rot, radiorum argenteus ordo.<br/>
<br/>
"Gold was the axle, and the beam was gold;<br/>
The wheels with silver spokes on golden circles roll'd."<br/></p>
<p>You would say that we had had coachmakers, carpenters, and painters, that
went up on high to make engines of various motions, and to range the
wheelwork and interfacings of the heavenly bodies of differing colours
about the axis of necessity, according to Plato:—</p>
<p>Mundus domus est maxima rerum,<br/>
Quam quinque altiton fragmine zon<br/>
Cingunt, per quam limbus pictus bis sex signis<br/>
Stellimicantibus, altus in obliquo there, lun<br/>
Bigas acceptat.<br/>
<br/>
"The world's a mansion that doth all things hold,<br/>
Which thundering zones, in number five, enfold,<br/>
Through which a girdle, painted with twelve signs,<br/>
And that with sparkling constellations, shines,<br/>
In heaven's arch marks the diurnal course<br/>
For the sun's chariot and his fiery horse."<br/></p>
<p>These are all dreams and fanatic follies. Why will not nature please for
once to lay open her bosom to us, and plainly discover to us the means and
conduct of her movements, and prepare our eyes to see them? Good God, what
abuse, what mistakes should we discover in our poor science! I am mistaken
if that weak knowledge of ours holds any one thing as it really is, and I
shall depart hence more ignorant of all other things than my own
ignorance.</p>
<p>Have I not read in Plato this divine saying, that "nature is nothing but
enigmatic poesy!" As if a man might perhaps see a veiled and shady
picture, breaking out here and there with an infinite variety of false
lights to puzzle our conjectures: <i>Latent ista omnia crassis occullata
et circumfusa tenebris; ut nulla acies humani ingenii tanta sit, qu
penetrare in coelum, terram intrare, possit.</i> "All those things lie
concealed and involved in so dark an obscurity that no point of human wit
can be so sharp as to pierce heaven or penetrate the earth." And certainly
philosophy is no other than sophisticated poetry. Whence do the ancient
writers extract their authorities but from the poets? and the first of
them were poets themselves, and writ accordingly. Plato is but a poet
unripped. Timon calls him, insultingly, "a monstrous forger of miracles."
All superhuman sciences make use of the poetic style. Just as women make
use of teeth of ivory where the natural are wanting, and instead of their
true complexion make one of some artificial matter; as they stuff
themselves out with cotton to appear plump, and in the sight of every one
do paint, patch, and trick up themselves with a false and borrowed beauty;
so does science (and even our law itself has, they say, legitimate
fictions, whereon it builds the truth of its justice); she gives us in
presupposition, and for current pay, things which she herself informs us
were invented; for these <i>epicycles, eccentrics, and concentrics</i>,
which astrology makes use of to carry on the motions of the stars, she
gives us for the best she could invent upon that subject; as also, in all
the rest, philosophy presents us not that which really is, or what she
really believes, but what she has contrived with the greatest and most
plausible likelihood of truth, and the quaintest invention. Plato, upon
the discourse of the state of human bodies and those of beasts, says, "I
should know that what I have said is truth, had I the confirmation of an
oracle; but this I will affirm, that what I have said is the most likely
to be true of any thing I could say."</p>
<p>'Tis not to heaven only that art sends her ropes, engines, and wheels; let
us consider a little what she says of us ourselves, and of our contexture.</p>
<p>There is not more retrogradation, trepidation, accession, recession, and
astonishment, in the stars and celestial bodies, than they have found out
in this poor little human body. In earnest, they have good reason, upon
that very account, to call it the little world, so many tools and parts
have they employed to erect and build it. To assist the motions they see
in man, and the various functions that we find in ourselves, in how many
parts have they divided the soul, in how many places lodged it? in how
many orders have they divided, and to how many stories have they raised
this poor creature, man, besides those that are natural and to be
perceived? And how many offices and vocations have they assigned him? They
make it an imaginary public thing. 'Tis a subject that they hold and
handle; and they have full power granted to them to rip, place, displace,
piece, and stuff it, every one according to his own fancy, and yet they
possess it not They cannot, not in reality only, but even in dreams, so
govern it that there will not be some cadence or sound that will escape
their architecture, as enormous as it is, and botched with a thousand
false and fantastic patches. And it is not reason to excuse them; for
though we are satisfied with painters when they paint heaven, earth, seas,
mountains, and remote islands, that they give us some slight mark of them,
and, as of things unknown, are content with a faint and obscure
description; yet when they come and draw us after life, or any other
creature which is known and familiar to us, we then require of them a
perfect and exact representation of lineaments and colours, and despise
them if they fail in it.</p>
<p>I am very well pleased with the Milesian girl, who observing the
philosopher Thales to be always contemplating the celestial arch, and to
have his eyes ever gazing upward, laid something in his way that he might
stumble over, to put him in mind that it would be time to take up his
thoughts about things that are in the clouds when he had provided for
those that were under his feet. Doubtless she advised him well, rather to
look to himself than to gaze at heaven; for, as Democritus says, by the
mouth of Cicero,—</p>
<p>Quod est ante pedes, nemo spectat: coeli scrutantur plagas.<br/>
<br/>
"No man regards what is under his feet;<br/>
They are always prying towards heaven."<br/></p>
<p>But our condition will have it so, that the knowledge of what we have in
hand is as remote from us, and as much above the clouds, as that of the
stars. As Socrates says, in Plato, "That whoever meddles with philosophy
may be reproached as Thales was by the woman, that he sees nothing of that
which is before him. For every philosopher is ignorant of what his
neighbour does; aye, and of what he does himself, and is ignorant of what
they both are, whether beasts or men."</p>
<p>Those people, who find Sebond's arguments too weak, that are ignorant of
nothing, that govern the world, that know all,—</p>
<p>Qu mare compescant caus; quid temperet annum;<br/>
Stell sponte su, jussve, vagentur et errent;<br/>
Quid premat obscurum lun, quid profrt orbem;<br/>
Quid velit et posait rerum concordia discors;<br/>
<br/>
"What governs ocean's tides,<br/>
And through the various year the seasons guides;<br/>
Whether the stars by their own proper force,<br/>
Or foreign power, pursue their wand'ring course;<br/>
Why shadows darken the pale queen of night;<br/>
Whence she renews her orb and spreads her light;—<br/>
What nature's jarring sympathy can mean;"<br/></p>
<p>have they not sometimes in their writings sounded the difficulties they
have met with of knowing their own being? We see very well that the finger
moves, that the foot moves, that some parts assume a voluntary motion of
themselves without our consent, and that others work by our direction;
that one sort of apprehension occasions blushing; another paleness; such
an imagination works upon the spleen only, another upon the brain; one
occasions laughter, another tears; another stupefies and astonishes all
our senses, and arrests the motion of all our members; at one object the
stomach will rise, at another a member that lies something lower; but how
a spiritual impression should make such a breach into a massy and solid
subject, and the nature of the connection and contexture of these
admirable springs and movements, never yet man knew: <i>Omnia incerta
ratione, et in natur majestate abdita.</i> "All uncertain in reason, and
concealed in the majesty of nature," says Pliny. And St Augustin, <i>Modus
quo corporibus adhorent spiritus.... omnino minis est, nec comprehendi ab
homine potest; et hoc ipse homo est,</i> "The manner whereby souls adhere
to bodies is altogether wonderful, and cannot be conceived by man, and yet
this is man." And yet it is not so much as doubted; for the opinions of
men are received according to the ancient belief, by authority and upon
trust, as if it were religion and law. 'Tis received as gibberish which is
commonly spoken; this truth, with all its clutter of arguments and proofs,
is admitted as a firm and solid body, that is no more to be shaken, no
more to be judged of; on the contrary, every one, according to the best of
his talent, corroborates and fortifies this received belief with the
utmost power of his reason, which is a supple utensil, pliable, and to be
accommodated to any figure; and thus the world comes to be filled with
lies and fopperies. The reason that men doubt of divers things is that
they never examine common impressions; they do not dig to the root, where
the faults and defects lie; they only debate upon the branches; they do
not examine whether such and such a thing be true, but if it has been so
and so understood; it is not inquired into whether Galen has said any
thing to purpose, but whether he has said so or so. In truth it was very
good reason that this curb to the liberty of our judgments and that
tyranny over our opinions, should be extended to the schools and arts. The
god of scholastic knowledge is Aristotle; 'tis irreligion to question any
of his decrees, as it was those of Lucurgus at Sparta; his doctrine is a
magisterial law, which, peradventure, is as false as another. I do not
know why I should not as willingly embrace either the ideas of Plato, or
the atoms of Epicurus, or the plenum or vacuum of Leucippus and
Democritus, or the water of Thales, or the infinity of nature of
Anaximander, or the air of Diogenes, or the numbers and symmetry of
Pythagoras, or the infinity of Parmenides, or the One of Musus, or the
water and fire of Apollodorus, or the similar parts of Anaxagoras, or the
discord and friendship of Empedocles, or the fire of Heraclitus, or any
other opinion of that infinite confusion of opinions and determinations,
which this fine human reason produces by its certitude and
clearsightedness in every thing it meddles withal, as I should the opinion
of Aristotle upon this subject of the principles of natural things; which
principles he builds of three pieces—matter, form, and privation.
And what can be more vain than to make inanity itself the cause of the
production of things? Privation is a negative; of what humour could he
then make the cause and original of things that are? And yet that were not
to be controverted but for the exercise of logic; there is nothing
disputed therein to bring it into doubt, but to defend the author of the
school from foreign objections; his authority is the non-ultra, beyond
which it is not permitted to inquire.</p>
<p>It is very easy, upon approved foundations, to build whatever we please;
for, according to the law and ordering of this beginning, the other parts
of the structure are easily carried on without any failure. By this way we
find our reason well-grounded, and discourse at a venture; for our masters
prepossess and gain beforehand as much room in our belief as is necessary
towards concluding afterwards what they please, as geometricians do by
their granted demands, the consent and approbation we allow them giving
them wherewith to draw us to the right and left, and to whirl us about at
their pleasure. Whatever springs from these presuppositions is our master
and our God; he will take the level of his foundations so ample and so
easy that by them he may mount us up to the clouds, if he so please. In
this practice and negotiation of science we have taken the saying of
Pythagoras, "That every expert person ought to be believed in his own art"
for current pay. The logician refers the signification of words to the
grammarians; the rhetorician borrows the state of arguments from the
logician; the poet his measure from the musician: the geometrician his
proportions from the arithmetician, and the metaphysicians take physical
conjectures for their foundations; for every science has its principle
presupposed, by which human judgment is everywhere kept in check. If you
come to rush against the bar where the principal error lies, they have
presently this sentence in their mouths, "That there is no disputing with
persons who deny principles." Now men can have no principles if not
revealed to them by the divinity; of all the rest the beginning, the
middle, and the end, is nothing but dream and vapour. To those that
contend upon presupposition we must, on the contrary, presuppose to them
the same axiom upon which the dispute is. For every human presupposition
and declaration has as much authority one as another, if reason do not
make the difference. Wherefore they are all to be put into the balance,
and first the generals and those that tyrannize over us. The persuasion of
certainty is a certain testimony of folly and extreme incertainty; and
there are not a more foolish sort of men, nor that are less philosophers,
than the Philodoxes of Plato; we must inquire whether fire be hot? whether
snow be white? if there be any such things as hard or soft within our
knowledge?</p>
<p>And as to those answers of which they make old stories, as he that doubted
if there was any such thing as heat, whom they bid throw himself into the
fire; and he that denied the coldness of ice, whom they bid to put ice
into his bosom;—they are pitiful things, unworthy of the profession
of philosophy. If they had let us alone in our natural being, to receive
the appearance of things without us, according as they present themselves
to us by our senses, and had permitted us to follow our own natural
appetites, governed by the condition of our birth, they might then have
reason to talk at that rate; but 'tis from them we have learned to make
ourselves judges of the world; 'tis from them that we derive this fancy,
"That human reason is controller-general of all that is without and within
the roof of heaven; that comprehends every thing, that can do every thing;
by the means of which every thing is known and understood." This answer
would be good among the cannibals, who enjoy the happiness of a long,
quiet, and peaceable life, without Aristotle's precepts, and without the
knowledge of the name of physics; this answer would perhaps be of more
value and greater force than all those they borrow from their reason and
invention; of this all animals, and all where the power of the law of
nature is yet pure and simple, would be as capable as we, but as for them
they have renounced it. They need not tell us, "It is true, for you see
and feel it to be so;" they must tell me whether I really feel what I
think I do; and if I do feel it, they must then tell me why I feel it, and
how, and what; let them tell me the name, original, the parts and
junctures of heat and cold, the qualities of the agent and patient; or let
them give up their profession, which is not to admit or approve of any
thing but by the way of reason; that is their test in all sorts of essays;
but, certainly, 'tis a test full of falsity, error, weakness, and defect.</p>
<p>Which way can we better prove it than by itself? If we are not to believe
her when speaking of herself, she can hardly be thought fit to judge of
foreign things; if she know any thing, it must at least be her own being
and abode; she is in the soul, and either a part or an effect of it; for
true and essential reason, from which we by a false colour borrow the
name, is lodged in the bosom of the Almighty; there is her habitation and
recess; 'tis thence that she imparts her rays, when God is pleased to
impart any beam of it to mankind, as Balias issued from her father's head,
to communicate herself to the world.</p>
<p>Now let us see what human reason tells us of herself and of the soul, not
of the soul in general, of which almost all philosophy makes the celestial
and first bodies participants; nor of that which Thales attributed to
things which themselves are reputed inanimate, lead thereto by the
consideration of the loadstone; but of that which appertains to us, and
that we ought the best to know:—</p>
<p>Ignoratur enim, qu sit natura animai;<br/>
Nata sit; an, contra, nascentibus insinuetur;<br/>
Et simnl intereat nobiscum morte dirempta;<br/>
An tenebras Orci visat, vastasque lacunas,<br/>
An pecudes alias divinitns insinuet se.<br/>
<br/>
"For none the nature of the soul doth know,<br/>
Whether that it be born with us, or no;<br/>
Or be infused into us at our birth,<br/>
And dies with us when we return to earth,<br/>
Or then descends to the black shades below,<br/>
Or into other animals does go."<br/></p>
<p>Crates and Dicarchus were of opinion that there was no soul at all, but
that the body thus stirs by a natural motion; Plato, that it was a
substance moving of itself; Thales, a nature without repose; Aedepiades,
an exercising of the senses; Hesiod and Anaximander, a thing composed of
earth and water; Parmenides, of earth and fire; Empedocles, of blood:—</p>
<p>Sanguineam vomit ille animam;<br/>
<br/>
"He vomits up his bloody soul."<br/></p>
<p>Posidonius, Cleanthes, and Galen, that it was heat or a hot complexion—</p>
<p>Igneus est ollis vigor, et colestis origo;<br/>
<br/>
"Their vigour of fire and of heavenly race."<br/></p>
<p>Hippocrates, a spirit diffused all over the body; Varro, that it was an
air received at the mouth, heated in the lungs, moistened in the heart,
and diffused throughout the whole body; Zeno, the quintessence of the four
elements; Heraclides Ponticus, that it was the light; Zenocrates and the
Egyptians, a mobile number; the Chaldeans, a virtue without any
determinate form:—</p>
<p>Habitum quemdam vitalem corporis esse,<br/>
Harmoniam Grci quam dicunt.<br/>
<br/>
"A certain vital habit in man's frame,<br/>
Which harmony the Grecian sages name."<br/></p>
<p>Let us not forget Aristotle, who held the soul to be that which naturally
causes the body to move, which he calls entelechia, with as cold an
invention as any of the rest; for he neither speaks of the essence, nor of
the original, nor of the nature of the soul, but only takes notice of the
effect Lactantius, Seneca, and most of the Dogmatists, have confessed that
it was a thing they did not understand; after all this enumeration of
opinions, <i>Harum sententiarum quo vera sit, Deus aliquis viderit:</i>
"Of these opinions which is the true, let some god determine," says
Cicero. "I know by myself," says St Bernard, "how incomprehensible God is,
seeing I cannot comprehend the parts of my own being."</p>
<p>Heraclitus, who was of opinion that every being was full of souls and
demons, did nevertheless maintain that no one could advance so far towards
the knowledge of the soul as ever to arrive at it; so profound was the
essence of it.</p>
<p>Neither is there less controversy and debate about seating of it.
Hippocrates and Hierophilus place it in the ventricle of the brain;
Democritus and Aristotle throughout the whole body;—</p>
<p>Ut bona spe valetudo cum dicitur esse<br/>
Corporis, et non est tamen hc pars ulla ralentis;<br/>
<br/>
"As when the body's health they do it call,<br/>
When of a sound man, that's no part at all."<br/></p>
<p>Epicurus in the stomach;</p>
<p>Hic exsultat enim pavor ac metus;<br/>
Hc loca circum Ltiti mulcent.<br/>
<br/>
"For this the seat of horror is and fear,<br/>
And joys in turn do likewise triumph here."<br/></p>
<p>The Stoics, about and within the heart; Erasistratus, adjoining the
membrane of the epicranium; Empedocles, in the blood; as also Moses, which
was the reason why he interdicted eating the blood of beasts, because the
soul is there seated; Galen thought that every part of the body had its
soul; Strato has placed it betwixt the eyebrows; <i>Qu facie quidem sit
animus, aut ubi habitet, ne quorendum quidem est:</i> "What figure the
soul is of, or what part it inhabits, is not to be inquired into," says
Cicero. I very willingly deliver this author to you in his own words; for
should I alter eloquence itself? Besides, it were but a poor prize to
steal the matter of his inventions; they are neither very frequent, nor of
any great weight, and sufficiently known. But the reason why Chrysippus
argues it to be about the heart, as all the rest of that sect do, is not
to be omitted; "It is," says he, "because when we would affirm any things
we lay our hand upon our breasts; and when we would pronounce y, which
signifies I, we let the lower jaw fall towards the stomach." This place
ought not to be passed over without a remark upon the vanity of so great a
man; for besides that these considerations are infinitely light in
themselves, the last is only a proof to the Greeks that they have their
souls lodged in that part. No human judgment is so sprightly and vigilant
that it does not sometimes sleep. Why do we fear to say? The Stoics, the
fathers of human prudence, think that the soul of a man, crushed under a
ruin, long labours and strives to get out, like a mouse caught in a trap,
before it can disengage itself from the burden. Some hold that the world
was made to give bodies, by way of punishment, to the spirits fallen, by
their own fault, from the purity wherein they had been created, the first
creation having been incorporeal; and that, according as they are more or
less depraved from their spirituality, so are they more or less jocundly
or dully incorporated; and that thence proceeds all the variety of so much
created matter. But the spirit that for his punishment was invested with
the body of the sun must certainly have a very rare and particular measure
of change.</p>
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