THE RUDE MAN

Is an Ostro-Goth or Northern Hun, that, wheresoever he comes, invades

and all the world does overrun, without distinction of age, sex, or

quality. He has no regard to anything but his own humour, and that, he

expects, should pass everywhere without asking leave or being asked

wherefore, as if he had a safe-conduct for his rudeness. He rolls up

himself like a hedgehog in his prickles, and is as intractable to all

that come near him. He is an ill-designed piece, built after the rustic

order, and all his parts look too big for their height. He is so

ill-contrived that that which should be the top in all regular

structures--_i.e._, confidence--is his foundation. He has neither

doctrine nor discipline in him, like a fanatic Church, but is guided by

the very same spirit that dipped the herd of swine in the sea. He was

not bred, but reared; not brought up to hand, but suffered to run wild

and take after his kind, as other people of the pasture do. He takes

that freedom in all places, as if he were not at liberty, but had broken

loose and expected to be tied up again. He does not eat, but feed, and

when he drinks goes to water. The old Romans beat the barbarous part of

the world into civility, but if he had lived in those times he had been

invincible to all attempts of that nature, and harder to be subdued and

governed than a province. He eats his bread, according to the curse,

with the sweat of his brow, and takes as much pains at a meal as if he

earned it; puffs and blows like a horse that eats provender, and crams

his throat like a screwed gun with a bullet bigger than the bore. His

tongue runs perpetually over everything that comes in its way, without

regard of what, where, or to whom, and nothing but a greater rudeness

than his own can stand before it; and he uses it to as slovenly purposes

as a dog does that licks his sores and the dirt off his feet. He is the

best instance of the truth of Pythagoras's doctrine, for his soul passed

through all sorts of brute beasts before it came to him, and still

retains something of the nature of every one.

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