A CLOWN

Is a centaur, a mixture of man and beast, like a monster engendered by

unnatural copulation, a crab engrafted on an apple. He was neither made

by art nor nature, but in spite of both, by evil custom.. His perpetual

conversation with beasts has rendered him one of them, and he is among

men but a naturalised brute. He appears by his language, genius, and

behaviour to be an alien to mankind, a foreigner to humanity, and of so

opposite a genius that 'tis easier to make a Spaniard a Frenchman than

to reduce him to civility. He disdains every man that he does not fear,

and only respects him that has done him hurt or can do it. He is like

Nebuchadnezzar after he had been a month at grass, but will never return

to be a man again as he did, if he might, for he despises all manner of

lives but his own, unless it be his horse's, to whom he is but _valet de

chambre_. He never shows himself humane or kind in anything but when he

pimps to his cow or makes a match for his mare; in all things else he is

surly and rugged, and does not love to be pleased himself, which makes

him hate those that do him any good. He is a stoic to all passions but

fear, envy, and malice, and hates to do any good though it cost him

nothing. He abhors a gentleman because he is most unlike himself, and

repines as much at his manner of living as if he maintained him. He

murmurs at him as the saints do at the wicked, as if he kept his right

from him, for he makes his clownery a sect and damns all that are not of

his Church. He manures the earth like a dunghill, but lets himself lie

fallow, for no improvement will do good upon him. Cain was the first of

his family, and he does his endeavour not to degenerate from the

original churlishness of his ancestor. He that was fetched from the

plough to be made dictator had not half his pride and insolence, nor

Caligula's horse that was made consul. All the worst names that are

given to men are borrowed from him, as villain, deboise, peasant, &c. He

wears his clothes like a hide, and shifts them no oftener than a beast

does his hair. He is a beast that Gesner never thought of.

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