Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 38 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
All this bears a just probability of truth. Well, Geographus, we shall take a further notice of your wants and worth; and since you have ingeniously discovered both your free education, present state, and unavoidable affection to Astronomia, and, as you say, hers mutually to you, I shall, I trust, effectually, in your behalf, remove the unwillingness of her Mother Physica. But withal, I hold it a course, not altogether without Policy, to inquire of Astronomia, the dislikes, for which she does except against you, and therein by a prevenient discretion, exactly to manifest a reformation; for this time the expectation of some business admits not a further continuance of our discourse. I shall rest, Sir, at the bounty of your virtue. A Gentleman of parts worth the taking notice of; well, such wits must be nourished: 'tis the saying of my Tacitus: Ingenia, studique oppresseris faciliùs quàm revocaveris; & I remember he there shows an analogy between men's wits and their bodies: They are (saith he) both of them long a making, but soon marred. And indeed, young wits that are worth the nourishing, when they see themselves neglected, are too-too prone to fall to desperate resolutions, arguing thus with themselves, That if Virtue and Learning cannot advance them; by a reason from the contrary, neither Vice nor Ignorance can debase them; thus from bad premises drawing a worse conclusion, they overthrow in a moment the workmanship of many years. But my Kinswoman Historia said she would be here by this. Oh, here she comes. NOw Cousin, what? always sad? always sad? Do you admire at my sadness, when you know, nay when you are the cause of it? I? Cousin? how? how? Your continual declamations, Sir, against my most loved Poeta, a man whose praises admit no Hyperbole; no, they transcend all; and whose worth we may admire rather than express. Why Cousin? my declamations ha' been only against his faults, not his person, and so far— Nay, for your State-distinctions you may reserve them to yourself, you can love and hate the same man at the same time by a distinction; I do but plainly relate the truth unto you, and I think there is hardly any man could more violently have inveighed against him then yourself; excepting old froward Ethicus; his age indeed must always be correcting somebody. Why, but why should you regard him, when it seems he little regards you? Marry, and little reason he hath, when he sees the best of my friends, yourself, and Ethicus to neglect him. But otherwise I'm sure he did love me once: there have been of the Historias that have been well beloved by Poets, and those the most renowned in all ages: as by admired Homer, the greatest glory and Shame of Greece, the one for his worth, the other for his wants: then by divine Maro, that beautiful wonder of Nature; and especially by one Lucan, a worthy Gentleman of Rome, besides many more; that if you would vouchsafe but to grace him, his Laurel would be the crown of your glory.
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All this beares a iuſt probabilitie of truth. VVell, Geographus, we ſhall take a further notice of your wants and worth; and ſince you haue ingeniouſly diſcouer'd both your free education, preſent ſtate, and vnauoydable affection to Aſtronomia, and, as you ſay, hers mutually to you, I ſhall, I truſt, effectually, in your behalfe, remooue the vnwillingneſſe of her Mother Phyſica. But withall, I hold it a courſe, not altogether without Policy, to inquire of Aſtronomia, the diſlikes, for which ſhe does except againſt you, and therein by a praeuenient diſcretion, exactly to manifeſt a reformation; for this time the expectation of ſome buſineſſe admits not a further continuance of our diſcourſe. I ſhall reſt, Sir, at the bountie of your vertue. A Gentleman of parts worth the taking notice of; well, ſuch wits muſt bee nouriſht: 'tis the ſaying of my Tacitus: Ingenia, ſtudi que oppreſſeris faciliùs quàm reuocaueris; & I remember he there ſhewes an analogie between mens wits and their bodies: They are (ſaith hee) both of them long a making, but ſoone marr'd. And indeed, young wittes that are worth the nouriſhing, when they ſee themſelues neglected, are too-too prone to fall to deſperate reſolutions, arguing thus with themſelues, That if Vertue and Learning cannot aduance them; by a reaſon from the contrary, neither Vice nor Ignorance can debaſe them; thus from bad premiſes drawing a worſe concluſion, they ouerthrow in a moment the workmanſhip of many yeeres. But my Kinſ-woman Hiſtoria ſayd ſhe would be here by this. Oh, here ſhe comes. NOw Couſin, what? alwayes ſad? alwayes ſad? Doe you admire at my ſadneſſe, when you know, nay when you are the cauſe of it? I? Couſin? how? how? Your continuall declamations, Sir, againſt my moſt lou'd Poeta, a man whoſe praiſes admit no Hyperbole; no, they tranſcend all; and whoſe worth we may admire rather then expreſſe. Why Couſin? my declamations ha' beene onely againſt his faults, not his perſon, and ſo farre — Nay, for your State-diſtinctions you may reſerue them to your ſelfe, you can loue and hate the ſame man at the ſame time by a diſtinction; I doe but plainely relate the truth vnto you, and I thinke there is hardly any man could more violently haue inueigh'd againſt him then your ſelfe; excepting old froward Ethicus; his age indeed muſt alwaies be correcting ſome body. VVhy, but why ſhould you regard him, when it ſeemes he little regards you? Marry, and little reaſon he hath, when he ſees the beſt of my friends, your ſelfe, and Ethicus to neglect him. But otherwiſe I'me ſure he did loue me once: there haue bin of the Hiſtorias that haue beene well belou'd by Poets, and thoſe the moſt renowned in all ages: as by admired Homer, the greateſt glory and Shame of Greece, the one for his worth, the other for his wants: then by diuine Maro, that beautifull wonder of Nature; and eſpecially by one Lucan, a worthy Gentleman of Rome, beſides many more; that if you would vouchſafe but to grace him, his Lawrel would be the crowne of your glory.