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370 MONTAIGNE'S ESSAYES<br />

Prateritis, laudat fortunas scepe parentis<br />

Et crepat antiquum genus ut ptetate repletum. 1<br />

<strong>The</strong> gray-bea<strong>rd</strong> Plow-man sighes, shaking his hoarie head,<br />

Compares times that are now with times past heretofore.<br />

Praises the fortunes of his father long since dead,<br />

And crackes of ancient men, whose honesty was more.<br />

We entertaine and carry all with us : Whence it<br />

followeth that we deeme our death to be some great<br />

matter, and which passeth not so easily, nor without a<br />

solemne consultation of the Starres ; Tot circa unum<br />

caput tumultuantes Deos: 'So many Gods keeping a<br />

stirre about one mans life.' And so much the more<br />

we thinke it, by how much the more we praise ourselves.<br />

What? should so much learning and knowledge<br />

be lost with so great dammage, without the<br />

Destinies particular care ! A soule so rare and exemplar,<br />

costs it no more to be killed than a popular<br />

ana unprofitable soule? This life that covereth so<br />

many others, of whom so many other lives depend,<br />

that for his use posscsseth so great a part of the world<br />

and filleth so many places, is it displaced as that which<br />

holdeth by its owne simple string ? No man of us<br />

thinkes it sufficient to be but one. <strong>The</strong>nce came those<br />

wo<strong>rd</strong>s of Caesar to his pilot, more proudly swolne than<br />

the sea that threatned him :<br />

Italiam si, coeclo authors, recusas,<br />

Me pete: sola tibi causa hoec est iusta timoris,<br />

Vectorem non nosse tuum; perrumpe procellas<br />

Tuteld secure met: 2<br />

If Italie thou do refuse with heaven thy guide,<br />

Turn thee to me: to thee only just cause of feare<br />

Is that thy passinger thou know'st not: stormie tide<br />

Breake through, secure by gua<strong>rd</strong> of me, whom thou dost beare.<br />

And these:<br />

credit jam digna pericula Coesar<br />

Fat is esse mis: tantusque evertere (dixit)<br />

Me superis labor est, parvd quern puppe sedentem.<br />

Tarn magno petiere mari.*<br />

¹ LUCR. 1. ii. 113, ² LUCAN. 1. iii. 579.<br />

³ lb. 653.

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