The Essays of Montaigne — Volume 18 by Michel de Montaigne
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rage mangles and tears itself to pieces. We more often see it dissolve
of itself than through scarcity of any necessary thing or by force of the enemy. All discipline evades it; it comes to compose sedition, and is itself full of it; would chastise disobedience, and itself is the example; and, employed for the defence of the laws, rebels against its own. What a condition are we in! Our physic makes us sick! "Nostre mal s'empoisonne Du secours qu'on luy donne." "Exuperat magis, aegrescitque medendo." ["Our disease is poisoned with its very remedies"--AEnead, xii. 46.] "Omnia fanda, nefanda, malo permista furore, Justificam nobis mentem avertere deorum." ["Right and wrong, all shuffled together in this wicked fury, have deprived us of the gods' protection." --Catullus, De Nuptiis Pelei et Thetidos, V. 405.] In the beginning of these popular maladies, one may distinguish the sound from the sick; but when they come to continue, as ours have done, the whole body is then infected from head to foot; no part is free from corruption, for there is no air that men so greedily draw in that diffuses itself so soon and that penetrates so deep as that of licence. Our armies only subsist and are kept together by the cement of foreigners; for of Frenchmen there is now no constant and regular army to be made. What a shame it is! there is no longer any discipline but what we see in the mercenary soldiers. As to ourselves, our conduct is at |
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