The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton
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of Dousa,
"A Sole exoriente Maeotidas usque paludes, Nemo est qui justo se aequiparare queat."[785] Lipsius saith of himself, that he was [786]_humani generis quidem paedagogus voce et stylo_, a grand signior, a master, a tutor of us all, and for thirteen years he brags how he sowed wisdom in the Low Countries, as Ammonius the philosopher sometimes did in Alexandria, [787]_cum humanitate literas et sapientiam cum prudentia: antistes sapientiae_, he shall be _Sapientum Octavus_. The Pope is more than a man, as [788]his parrots often make him, a demigod, and besides his holiness cannot err, _in Cathedra_ belike: and yet some of them have been magicians, Heretics, Atheists, children, and as Platina saith of John 22, _Et si vir literatus, multa stoliditatem et laevitatem prae se ferentia egit, stolidi et socordis vir ingenii_, a scholar sufficient, yet many things he did foolishly, lightly. I can say no more than in particular, but in general terms to the rest, they are all mad, their wits are evaporated, and, as Ariosto feigns, _l. 34_, kept in jars above the moon. "Some lose their wits with love, some with ambition, Some following [789]Lords and men of high condition. Some in fair jewels rich and costly set, Others in Poetry their wits forget. Another thinks to be an Alchemist, Till all be spent, and that his number's mist." Convicted fools they are, madmen upon record; and I am afraid past cure many of them, [790]_crepunt inguina_, the symptoms are manifest, they are all of Gotam parish: |
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