The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton
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Minervae_, we and our writings are shallow and imperfect. But I do not so
mean; even in our ordinary dealings we are no better than fools. "All our actions," as [213]Pliny told Trajan, "upbraid us of folly," our whole course of life is but matter of laughter: we are not soberly wise; and the world itself, which ought at least to be wise by reason of his antiquity, as [214]Hugo de Prato Florido will have it, "_semper stultizat_, is every day more foolish than other; the more it is whipped, the worse it is, and as a child will still be crowned with roses and flowers." We are apish in it, _asini bipedes_, and every place is full _inversorum Apuleiorum_ of metamorphosed and two-legged asses, _inversorum Silenorum_, childish, _pueri instar bimuli, tremula patris dormientis in ulna_. Jovianus Pontanus, Antonio Dial, brings in some laughing at an old man, that by reason of his age was a little fond, but as he admonisheth there, _Ne mireris mi hospes de hoc sene_, marvel not at him only, for _tota haec civitas delirium_, all our town dotes in like sort, [215]we are a company of fools. Ask not with him in the poet, [216]_Larvae hunc intemperiae insaniaeque agitant senem_? What madness ghosts this old man, but what madness ghosts us all? For we are _ad unum omnes_, all mad, _semel insanivimus omnes_ not once, but alway so, _et semel, et simul, et semper_, ever and altogether as bad as he; and not _senex bis puer, delira anus_, but say it of us all, _semper pueri_, young and old, all dote, as Lactantius proves out of Seneca; and no difference betwixt us and children, saving that, _majora ludimus, et grandioribus pupis_, they play with babies of clouts and such toys, we sport with greater baubles. We cannot accuse or condemn one another, being faulty ourselves, _deliramenta loqueris_, you talk idly, or as [217]Mitio upbraided Demea, _insanis, auferte_, for we are as mad our own selves, and it is hard to say which is the worst. Nay, 'tis universally so, [218]_Vitam regit fortuna, non sapientia_. When [219]Socrates had taken great pains to find out a wise man, and to |
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