He knows nothing of ablative, conjunctive, substantive, or grammar, no

more than his lackey, or a fishwife of the Petit Pont; and yet these will

give you a bellyful of talk, if you will hear them, and peradventure

shall trip as little in their language as the best masters of art in

France. He knows no rhetoric, nor how in a preface to bribe the

benevolence of the courteous reader; neither does he care to know it.

Indeed all this fine decoration of painting is easily effaced by the

lustre of a simple and blunt truth; these fine flourishes serve only to

amuse the vulgar, of themselves incapable of more solid and nutritive

diet, as Aper very evidently demonstrates in Tacitus. The ambassadors

of Samos, prepared with a long and elegant oration, came to Cleomenes,

king of Sparta, to incite him to a war against the tyrant Polycrates;

who, after he had heard their harangue with great gravity and patience,

gave them this answer: "As to the exordium, I remember it not, nor

consequently the middle of your speech; and for what concerns your

conclusion, I will not do what you desire:"--[Plutarch, Apothegms of the

Lacedaemonians.]--a very pretty answer this, methinks, and a pack of

learned orators most sweetly gravelled. And what did the other man say?

The Athenians were to choose one of two architects for a very great

building they had designed; of these, the first, a pert affected fellow,

offered his service in a long premeditated discourse upon the subject of

the work in hand, and by his oratory inclined the voices of the people in

his favour; but the other in three words: "O Athenians, what this man

says, I will do."--[Plutarch, Instructions to Statesmen, c. 4.]--

When Cicero was in the height and heat of an eloquent harangue, many were

struck with admiration; but Cato only laughed, saying, "We have a

pleasant (mirth-making) consul." Let it go before, or come after, a good

sentence or a thing well said, is always in season; if it neither suit

well with what went before, nor has much coherence with what follows

after, it is good in itself. I am none of those who think that good

rhyme makes a good poem. Let him make short long, and long short if he

will, 'tis no great matter; if there be invention, and that the wit and

judgment have well performed their offices, I will say, here's a good

poet, but an ill rhymer.

"Emunctae naris, durus componere versus."

["Of delicate humour, but of rugged versification."

--Horace, Sat, iv. 8.]

Let a man, says Horace, divest his work of all method and measure,

"Tempora certa modosque, et, quod prius ordine verbum est,

Posterius facias, praeponens ultima primis

Invenias etiam disjecti membra poetae."

["Take away certain rhythms and measures, and make the word which

was first in order come later, putting that which should be last

first, you will still find the scattered remains of the poet."

--Horace, Sat., i. 4, 58.]

he will never the more lose himself for that; the very pieces will be

fine by themselves. Menander's answer had this meaning, who being

reproved by a friend, the time drawing on at which he had promised a

comedy, that he had not yet fallen in hand with it; "It is made, and

ready," said he, "all but the verses."--[Plutarch, Whether the Athenians

more excelled in Arms or in Letters.]--Having contrived the subject, and

disposed the scenes in his fancy, he took little care for the rest.

Since Ronsard and Du Bellay have given reputation to our French poesy,

every little dabbler, for aught I see, swells his words as high, and

makes his cadences very near as harmonious as they:

"Plus sonat, quam valet."

["More sound than sense"--Seneca, Ep., 40.]

For the vulgar, there were never so many poetasters as now; but though

they find it no hard matter to imitate their rhyme, they yet fall

infinitely short of imitating the rich descriptions of the one, and the

delicate invention of the other of these masters.

But what will become of our young gentleman, if he be attacked with the

sophistic subtlety of some syllogism? "A Westfalia ham makes a man

drink; drink quenches thirst: ergo a Westfalia ham quenches thirst."

Why, let him laugh at it; it will be more discretion to do so, than to go

about to answer it; or let him borrow this pleasant evasion from

Aristippus: "Why should I trouble myself to untie that, which bound as

it is, gives me so much trouble?"--[Diogenes Laertius, ii. 70.]--

One offering at this dialectic juggling against Cleanthes, Chrysippus

took him short, saying, "Reserve these baubles to play with children,

and do not by such fooleries divert the serious thoughts of a man of

years." If these ridiculous subtleties,

"Contorta et aculeata sophismata,"

as Cicero calls them, are designed to possess him with an untruth, they

are dangerous; but if they signify no more than only to make him laugh,

I do not see why a man need to be fortified against them. There are some

so ridiculous, as to go a mile out of their way to hook in a fine word:

"Aut qui non verba rebus aptant, sed res extrinsecus

arcessunt, quibus verba conveniant."

["Who do not fit words to the subject, but seek out for things

quite from the purpose to fit the words."--Quintilian, viii. 3.]

And as another says,

"Qui, alicujus verbi decore placentis, vocentur ad id,

quod non proposuerant scribere."

["Who by their fondness of some fine sounding word, are tempted to

something they had no intention to treat of."--Seneca, Ep., 59.]

I for my part rather bring in a fine sentence by head and shoulders to

fit my purpose, than divert my designs to hunt after a sentence. On the

contrary, words are to serve, and to follow a man's purpose; and let

Gascon come in play where French will not do. I would have things so

excelling, and so wholly possessing the imagination of him that hears,

that he should have something else to do, than to think of words. The

way of speaking that I love, is natural and plain, the same in writing as

in speaking, and a sinewy and muscular way of expressing a man's self,

short and pithy, not so elegant and artificial as prompt and vehement;

"Haec demum sapiet dictio, qux feriet;"

["That has most weight and wisdom which pierces the ear." ("That

utterance indeed will have a taste which shall strike the ear.")

--Epitaph on Lucan, in Fabricius, Biblioth. Lat., ii. 10.]

rather hard than wearisome; free from affectation; irregular,

incontinuous, and bold; where every piece makes up an entire body; not

like a pedant, a preacher, or a pleader, but rather a soldier-like style,

as Suetonius calls that of Julius Caesar; and yet I see no reason why he

should call it so. I have ever been ready to imitate the negligent garb,

which is yet observable amongst the young men of our time, to wear my

cloak on one shoulder, my cap on one side, a stocking in disorder, which

seems to express a kind of haughty disdain of these exotic ornaments, and

a contempt of the artificial; but I find this negligence of much better

use in the form of speaking. All affectation, particularly in the French

gaiety and freedom, is ungraceful in a courtier, and in a monarchy every

gentleman ought to be fashioned according to the court model; for which

reason, an easy and natural negligence does well. I no more like a web

where the knots and seams are to be seen, than a fine figure, so

delicate, that a man may tell all the bones and veins:

"Quae veritati operam dat oratio, incomposita sit et simplex."

["Let the language that is dedicated to truth be plain and

unaffected.--Seneca, Ep. 40.]

"Quis accurat loquitur, nisi qui vult putide loqui?"

["For who studies to speak accurately, that does not at the same

time wish to perplex his auditory?"--Idem, Ep., 75.]

That eloquence prejudices the subject it would advance, that wholly

attracts us to itself. And as in our outward habit, 'tis a ridiculous

effeminacy to distinguish ourselves by a particular and unusual garb or

fashion; so in language, to study new phrases, and to affect words that

are not of current use, proceeds from a puerile and scholastic ambition.

May I be bound to speak no other language than what is spoken in the

market-places of Paris! Aristophanes the grammarian was quite out, when

he reprehended Epicurus for his plain way of delivering himself, and the

design of his oratory, which was only perspicuity of speech.

The imitation of words, by its own facility, immediately disperses itself

through a whole people; but the imitation of inventing and fitly applying

those words is of a slower progress. The generality of readers, for

having found a like robe, very mistakingly imagine they have the same

body and inside too, whereas force and sinews are never to be borrowed;

the gloss, and outward ornament, that is, words and elocution, may. Most

of those I converse with, speak the same language I here write; but

whether they think the same thoughts I cannot say. The Athenians, says

Plato, study fulness and elegancy of speaking; the Lacedaemonians affect

brevity, and those of Crete to aim more at the fecundity of conception

than the fertility of speech; and these are the best. Zeno used to say

that he had two sorts of disciples, one that he called cy-----ous,

curious to learn things, and these were his favourites; the other,

aoy---ous, that cared for nothing but words. Not that fine speaking is

not a very good and commendable quality; but not so excellent and so

necessary as some would make it; and I am scandalised that our whole life

should be spent in nothing else. I would first understand my own

language, and that of my neighbours, with whom most of my business and

conversation lies.

No doubt but Greek and Latin are very great ornaments, and of very great

use, but we buy them too dear. I will here discover one way, which has

been experimented in my own person, by which they are to be had better

cheap, and such may make use of it as will. My late father having made

the most precise inquiry that any man could possibly make amongst men of

the greatest learning and judgment, of an exact method of education, was

by them cautioned of this inconvenience then in use, and made to believe,

that the tedious time we applied to the learning of the tongues of them

who had them for nothing, was the sole cause we could not arrive to the

grandeur of soul and perfection of knowledge, of the ancient Greeks and

Romans. I do not, however, believe that to be the only cause. So it is,

that the expedient my father found out for this was, that in my infancy,

and before I began to speak, he committed me to the care of a German, who

since died a famous physician in France, totally ignorant of our

language, and very fluent and a great critic in Latin. This man, whom he

had fetched out of his own country, and whom he entertained with a great

salary for this only one end, had me continually with him; he had with

him also joined two others, of inferior learning, to attend me, and to

relieve him; these spoke to me in no other language but Latin. As to the

rest of his household, it was an inviolable rule, that neither himself,

nor my mother, nor valet, nor chambermaid, should speak anything in my

company, but such Latin words as each one had learned to gabble with me.

--[These passages are, the basis of a small volume by the Abbe Mangin:

"Education de Montaigne; ou, L'Art d'enseigner le Latin a l'instar des

meres latines."]--It is not to be imagined how great an advantage this

proved to the whole family; my father and my mother by this means learned

Latin enough to understand it perfectly well, and to speak it to such a

degree as was sufficient for any necessary use; as also those of the

servants did who were most frequently with me. In short, we Latined it

at such a rate, that it overflowed to all the neighbouring villages,

where there yet remain, that have established themselves by custom,

several Latin appellations of artisans and their tools. As for what

concerns myself, I was above six years of age before I understood either

French or Perigordin, any more than Arabic; and without art, book,

grammar, or precept, whipping, or the expense of a tear, I had, by that

time, learned to speak as pure Latin as my master himself, for I had no

means of mixing it up with any other. If, for example, they were to give

me a theme after the college fashion, they gave it to others in French;

but to me they were to give it in bad Latin, to turn it into that which

was good. And Nicolas Grouchy, who wrote a book De Comitiis Romanorum;

Guillaume Guerente, who wrote a comment upon Aristotle: George Buchanan,

that great Scottish poet: and Marc Antoine Muret (whom both France and

Italy have acknowledged for the best orator of his time), my domestic

tutors, have all of them often told me that I had in my infancy that

language so very fluent and ready, that they were afraid to enter into

discourse with me. And particularly Buchanan, whom I since saw attending

the late Mareschal de Brissac, then told me, that he was about to write a

treatise of education, the example of which he intended to take from

mine; for he was then tutor to that Comte de Brissac who afterward proved

so valiant and so brave a gentleman.

As to Greek, of which I have but a mere smattering, my father also

designed to have it taught me by a device, but a new one, and by way of

sport; tossing our declensions to and fro, after the manner of those who,

by certain games of tables, learn geometry and arithmetic. For he,

amongst other rules, had been advised to make me relish science and duty

by an unforced will, and of my own voluntary motion, and to educate my

soul in all liberty and delight, without any severity or constraint;

which he was an observer of to such a degree, even of superstition, if I

may say so, that some being of opinion that it troubles and disturbs the

brains of children suddenly to wake them in the morning, and to snatch

them violently--and over-hastily from sleep (wherein they are much more

profoundly involved than we), he caused me to be wakened by the sound of

some musical instrument, and was never unprovided of a musician for that

purpose. By this example you may judge of the rest, this alone being

sufficient to recommend both the prudence and the affection of so good a

father, who is not to be blamed if he did not reap fruits answerable to

so exquisite a culture. Of this, two things were the cause: first, a

sterile and improper soil; for, though I was of a strong and healthful

constitution, and of a disposition tolerably sweet and tractable, yet I

was, withal, so heavy, idle, and indisposed, that they could not rouse me

from my sloth, not even to get me out to play. What I saw, I saw clearly

enough, and under this heavy complexion nourished a bold imagination and

opinions above my age. I had a slow wit that would go no faster than it

was led; a tardy understanding, a languishing invention, and above all,

incredible defect of memory; so that, it is no wonder, if from all these

nothing considerable could be extracted. Secondly, like those who,

impatient of along and steady cure, submit to all sorts of prescriptions

and recipes, the good man being extremely timorous of any way failing in

a thing he had so wholly set his heart upon, suffered himself at last to

be overruled by the common opinions, which always follow their leader as

a flight of cranes, and complying with the method of the time, having no

more those persons he had brought out of Italy, and who had given him the

first model of education, about him, he sent me at six years of age to

the College of Guienne, at that time the best and most flourishing in

France. And there it was not possible to add anything to the care he had

to provide me the most able tutors, with all other circumstances of

education, reserving also several particular rules contrary to the

college practice; but so it was, that with all these precautions, it was

a college still. My Latin immediately grew corrupt, of which also by

discontinuance I have since lost all manner of use; so that this new way

of education served me to no other end, than only at my first coming to

prefer me to the first forms; for at thirteen years old, that I came out

of the college, I had run through my whole course (as they call it), and,

in truth, without any manner of advantage, that I can honestly brag of,

in all this time.

The first taste which I had for books came to me from the pleasure in

reading the fables of Ovid's Metamorphoses; for, being about seven or

eight years old, I gave up all other diversions to read them, both by

reason that this was my own natural language, the easiest book that I was

acquainted with, and for the subject, the most accommodated to the

capacity of my age: for as for the Lancelot of the Lake, the Amadis of

Gaul, the Huon of Bordeaux, and such farragos, by which children are most

delighted with, I had never so much as heard their names, no more than I

yet know what they contain; so exact was the discipline wherein I was

brought up. But this was enough to make me neglect the other lessons

that were prescribed me; and here it was infinitely to my advantage,

to have to do with an understanding tutor, who very well knew discreetly

to connive at this and other truantries of the same nature; for by this

means I ran through Virgil's AEneid, and then Terence, and then Plautus,

and then some Italian comedies, allured by the sweetness of the subject;

whereas had he been so foolish as to have taken me off this diversion,

I do really believe, I had brought away nothing from the college but a

hatred of books, as almost all our young gentlemen do. But he carried

himself very discreetly in that business, seeming to take no notice, and

allowing me only such time as I could steal from my other regular

studies, which whetted my appetite to devour those books. For the chief

things my father expected from their endeavours to whom he had delivered

me for education, were affability and good-humour; and, to say the truth,

my manners had no other vice but sloth and want of metal. The fear was

not that I should do ill, but that I should do nothing; nobody

prognosticated that I should be wicked, but only useless; they foresaw

idleness, but no malice; and I find it falls out accordingly:

The complaints I hear of myself are these: "He is idle, cold in the

offices of friendship and relation, and in those of the public, too

particular, too disdainful." But the most injurious do not say, "Why has

he taken such a thing? Why has he not paid such an one?" but, "Why does

he part with nothing? Why does he not give?" And I should take it for a

favour that men would expect from me no greater effects of supererogation

than these. But they are unjust to exact from me what I do not owe, far

more rigorously than they require from others that which they do owe.

In condemning me to it, they efface the gratification of the action, and

deprive me of the gratitude that would be my due for it; whereas the

active well-doing ought to be of so much the greater value from my hands,

by how much I have never been passive that way at all. I can the more

freely dispose of my fortune the more it is mine, and of myself the more

I am my own. Nevertheless, if I were good at setting out my own actions,

I could, peradventure, very well repel these reproaches, and could give

some to understand, that they are not so much offended, that I do not

enough, as that I am able to do a great deal more than I do.

Yet for all this heavy disposition of mine, my mind, when retired into

itself, was not altogether without strong movements, solid and clear

judgments about those objects it could comprehend, and could also,

without any helps, digest them; but, amongst other things, I do really

believe, it had been totally impossible to have made it to submit by

violence and force. Shall I here acquaint you with one faculty of my

youth? I had great assurance of countenance, and flexibility of voice

and gesture, in applying myself to any part I undertook to act: for

before--

"Alter ab undecimo tum me vix ceperat annus,"

["I had just entered my twelfth year."--Virgil, Bucol., 39.]

I played the chief parts in the Latin tragedies of Buchanan, Guerente,

and Muret, that were presented in our College of Guienne with great

dignity: now Andreas Goveanus, our principal, as in all other parts of

his charge, was, without comparison, the best of that employment in

France; and I was looked upon as one of the best actors. 'Tis an

exercise that I do not disapprove in young people of condition; and I

have since seen our princes, after the example of some of the ancients,

in person handsomely and commendably perform these exercises; it was even

allowed to persons of quality to make a profession of it in Greece.

"Aristoni tragico actori rem aperit: huic et genus et

fortuna honesta erant: nec ars, quia nihil tale apud

Graecos pudori est, ea deformabat."

["He imparted this matter to Aristo the tragedian; a man of good

family and fortune, which neither of them receive any blemish by

that profession; nothing of this kind being reputed a disparagement

in Greece."--Livy, xxiv. 24.]

Nay, I have always taxed those with impertinence who condemn these

entertainments, and with injustice those who refuse to admit such

comedians as are worth seeing into our good towns, and grudge the people

that public diversion. Well-governed corporations take care to assemble

their citizens, not only to the solemn duties of devotion, but also to

sports and spectacles. They find society and friendship augmented by it;

and besides, can there possibly be allowed a more orderly and regular

diversion than what is performed m the sight of every one, and very often

in the presence of the supreme magistrate himself? And I, for my part,

should think it reasonable, that the prince should sometimes gratify his

people at his own expense, out of paternal goodness and affection; and

that in populous cities there should be theatres erected for such

entertainments, if but to divert them from worse and private actions.

To return to my subject, there is nothing like alluring the appetite and

affections; otherwise you make nothing but so many asses laden with

books; by dint of the lash, you give them their pocketful of learning to

keep; whereas, to do well you should not only lodge it with them, but

make them espouse it.

CHAPTER XXVI

THAT IT IS FOLLY TO MEASURE TRUTH AND ERROR BY OUR OWN CAPACITY

'Tis not, perhaps, without reason, that we attribute facility of belief

and easiness of persuasion to simplicity and ignorance: for I fancy I

have heard belief compared to the impression of a seal upon the soul,

which by how much softer and of less resistance it is, is the more easy

to be impressed upon.

"Ut necesse est, lancem in Libra, ponderibus impositis,

deprimi, sic animum perspicuis cedere."

["As the scale of the balance must give way to the weight that

presses it down, so the mind yields to demonstration."

--Cicero, Acad., ii. 12.]

By how much the soul is more empty and without counterpoise, with so much

greater facility it yields under the weight of the first persuasion. And

this is the reason that children, the common people, women, and sick

folks, are most apt to be led by the ears. But then, on the other hand,

'tis a foolish presumption to slight and condemn all things for false

that do not appear to us probable; which is the ordinary vice of such as

fancy themselves wiser than their neighbours. I was myself once one of

those; and if I heard talk of dead folks walking, of prophecies,

enchantments, witchcrafts, or any other story I had no mind to believe:

"Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, sagas,

Nocturnos lemures, portentaque Thessala,"

["Dreams, magic terrors, marvels, sorceries, Thessalian prodigies."

--Horace. Ep. ii. 3, 208.]

I presently pitied the poor people that were abused by these follies.

Whereas I now find, that I myself was to be pitied as much, at least,

as they; not that experience has taught me anything to alter my former

opinions, though my curiosity has endeavoured that way; but reason has

instructed me, that thus resolutely to condemn anything for false and

impossible, is arrogantly and impiously to circumscribe and limit the

will of God, and the power of our mother nature, within the bounds of my

own capacity, than which no folly can be greater. If we give the names

of monster and miracle to everything our reason cannot comprehend, how

many are continually presented before our eyes? Let us but consider

through what clouds, and as it were groping in the dark, our teachers

lead us to the knowledge of most of the things about us; assuredly we

shall find that it is rather custom than knowledge that takes away their

strangeness--

"Jam nemo, fessus saturusque videndi,

Suspicere in coeli dignatur lucida templa;"

["Weary of the sight, now no one deigns to look up to heaven's lucid

temples."--Lucretius, ii. 1037. The text has 'statiate videnai']

and that if those things were now newly presented to us, we should think

them as incredible, if not more, than any others.

"Si nunc primum mortalibus adsint

Ex improviso, si sint objecta repente,

Nil magis his rebus poterat mirabile dici,

Aute minus ante quod auderent fore credere gentes."

[Lucretius, ii. 1032. The sense of the passage is in the preceding

sentence.]

He that had never seen a river, imagined the first he met with to be the

sea; and the greatest things that have fallen within our knowledge, we

conclude the extremes that nature makes of the kind.

"Scilicet et fluvius qui non est maximus, ei'st

Qui non ante aliquem majorem vidit; et ingens

Arbor, homoque videtur, et omnia de genere omni

Maxima quae vidit quisque, haec ingentia fingit."

["A little river seems to him, who has never seen a larger river, a

mighty stream; and so with other things--a tree, a man--anything

appears greatest to him that never knew a greater."--Idem, vi. 674.]

"Consuetudine oculorum assuescunt animi, neque admirantur,

neque requirunt rationes earum rerum, quas semper vident."

["Things grow familiar to men's minds by being often seen; so that

they neither admire nor are they inquisitive about things they daily

see."--Cicero, De Natura Deor., lib. ii. 38.]

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