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20 MONTAIGNE'S ESSAYES<br />

also suffocate the vital forces, crazed through old age,<br />

of the Philosopher Arcesilaus. But it is an old and<br />

pleasant question whether a wise mans mind were like<br />

to yeeld unto the force of wine.<br />

Si munitoe adhibet vim sapientice. 1<br />

If unresisted force it bends,<br />

Gainst wisdome which it selfe defends.<br />

Unto what vanity doth the good opinion we have of<br />

ourselves provoke us? <strong>The</strong> most temperate and<br />

perfectest minde of the world findes it too great a taske<br />

to keepe herselfe upright, lest she fall by her owne<br />

weaknesse. <strong>Of</strong> a thousand there is not one perfectly<br />

righteous and settled but one instant of her life, and<br />

question might he made whether acco<strong>rd</strong>ing to her<br />

natural condition she might at any time be so. But to<br />

joyne constancie unto it is her last perfection: I meane<br />

if nothing should shocke her; which a thousand<br />

accidents may doe. Lucretius, that famous Poet, may<br />

hilosophie and bandie at his pleasure: Loe where he<br />

p<br />

lieth senslesse of an amorous potion. Thinkes any<br />

man that an apoplexie cannot as soone astonish Socrates<br />

as a poore labouring man ? Some of them have by the<br />

force of a sicknesse forgot their own names, and a slight<br />

hurt hath overthrown the judgement of others. Let<br />

him be as wise as he can, in the end he is but a man ;<br />

what is more fraile, more miserable, or more vaine?<br />

Wisdome forceth not our naturall conditions.<br />

Sudores itague, et pallorem existere toto<br />

Corpora et infringi linguam, vocemque aboriri,<br />

Catigare, oculos, sonare aures, eucciaere art us,<br />

Denique concidere ex animi terrore videmus.¹<br />

We see therefore, palenesse and sweats oregrow ,<br />

Our bodies, tongues doe falter, voyce doth breake,<br />

Eyes dazle, eares buzze, joints doe shrinke below,<br />

Lastly we swoune by hart-fright, terrours weake.<br />

He must seele his eyes against the blow that threatened<br />

him; being neere the brimme of a precipise, he<br />

1 HOR. Od. xxviii. 4. ² LUCRET. 1. iii. 155.

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