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THE LOVE OF BOOKS

THE PHILOBIBLON OF RICHARD DE BURY

TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH

BY

E. C. THOMAS

"TAKE THOU A BOOK INTO THINE HANDS AS SIMON THE JUST TOOK THE CHILD

JESUS INTO HIS ARMS TO CARRY HIM AND KISS HIM. AND WHEN THOU HAST

FINISHED READING, CLOSE THE BOOK AND GIVE THANKS FOR EVERY WORD OUT OF

THE MOUTH OF GOD; BECAUSE IN THE LORD'S FIELD THOU HAST FOUND A HIDDEN

TREASURE."

THOMAS A KEMPIS: Doctrinale Juvenum

PREFACE

The Author of the Book.

Richard de Bury (1281-1345), so called from being born near Bury St.

Edmunds, was the son of Sir Richard Aungerville. He studied at Oxford;

and was subsequently chosen to be tutor to Prince Edward of Windsor,

afterwards Edward III. His loyalty to the cause of Queen Isabella and

the Prince involved him in danger. On the accession of his pupil he

was made successively Cofferer, Treasurer of the Wardrobe, Archdeacon

of Northampton, Prebendary of Lincoln, Sarum, and Lichfield, Keeper of

the Privy Purse, Ambassador on two occasions to Pope John XXII, who

appointed him a chaplain of the papal chapel, Dean of Wells, and

ultimately, at the end of the year 1333, Bishop of Durham; the King and

Queen, the King of Scots, and all the magnates north of the Trent,

together with a multitude of nobles and many others, were present at

his enthronization. It is noteworthy that during his stay at Avignon,

probably in 1330, he made the acquaintance of Petrarch, who has left us

a brief account of their intercourse. In 1332 Richard visited

Cambridge, as one of the King's commissioners, to inquire into the

state of the King's Scholars there, and perhaps then became a member of

the Gild of St. Mary--one of the two gilds which founded Corpus Christi

College.

In 1334 he became High Chancellor of England, and Treasurer in 1336,

resigning the former office in 1335, so that he might help the King in

dealing with affairs abroad and in Scotland, and took a most

distinguished part in diplomatic negociations between England and

France. In 1339 he was again in his bishopric. Thereafter his name

occurs often among those appointed to treat of peace with Philip of

France, and with Bruce of Scotland. It appears that he was not in

Parliament in 1344. Wasted by long sickness--longa infirmitate

decoctus--on the 14th of April, 1345, Richard de Bury died at Auckland,

and was buried in Durham Cathedral.

Dominus Ricardus de Bury migravit ad Dominum.

The Bishop as Booklover.

According to the concluding note, the Philobiblon was completed on the

bishop's fifty-eighth birthday, the 24th of January, 1345, so that even

though weakened by illness, Richard must have been actively engaged in

his literary efforts to the very end of his generous and noble life.

His enthusiastic devoted biographer Chambre[1] gives a vivid account of

the bishop's bookloving propensities, supplementary to what can be

gathered from the Philobiblon itself. Iste summe delectabatur in

multitudine librorum; he had more books, as was commonly reported, than

all the other English bishops put together. He had a separate library

in each of his residences, and wherever he was residing, so many books

lay about his bed-chamber, that it was hardly possible to stand or move

without treading upon them. All the time he could spare from business

was devoted either to religious offices or to his books. Every day

while at table he would have a book read to him, unless some special

guest were present, and afterwards would engage in discussion on the

subject of the reading. The haughty Anthony Bec delighted in the

appendages of royalty--to be addressed by nobles kneeling, and to be

waited on in his presence-chamber and at his table by Knights

bare-headed and standing; but De Bury loved to surround himself with

learned scholars. Among these were such men as Thomas Bradwardine,

afterwards Archbishop of Canterbury, and author of the De Causa Dei;

Richard Fitzralph, afterwards Archbishop of Armagh, and famous for his

hostility to the mendicant orders; Walter Burley, who dedicated to him

a translation of the Politics of Aristotle made at his suggestion; John

Mauduit, the astronomer; Robert Holkot, author of many books; Richard

de Kilvington; Richard Benworth, afterwards Bishop of London; and

Walter Seagrave, who became Dean of Chichester."[2]

[1] Cp. Surtees Society's edition of Scriptores Tres; also Wharton's

Anglia Sacra.

[2] An unsuccessful attempt has been made to transfer the authorship of

the book to Robert Holkot. Various theories have been advanced against

Richard's claims. It is noteworthy that his contemporary Adam Murimuth

disparages him as "mediocriter literatus, volens tamen magnus clericus

reputari," but such disparagement must be taken with the utmost

caution. The really difficult fact to be accounted for is the omission

on the part of Chambre to mention the book.

The Bishop's Books.

In the Philobiblon, Richard de Bury frankly and clearly describes his

means and method of collecting books. Anyhow his object was clearly

not selfish. The treatise contains his rules for the library of the

new College at Oxford--Durham College (where Trinity College now

stands)--which he practically founded, though his successor, Bishop

Hatfield, carried the scheme into effect. It is traditionally reported

that Richard's books were sent, in his lifetime or after his death, to

the house of the Durham Benedictines at Oxford, and there remained

until the dissolution of the College by Henry VIII., when they were

dispersed, some going into Duke Humphrey's (the University) library,

others to Balliol College, and the remainder passing into the hands of

Dr. George Owen, who purchased the site of the dissolved College.[3]

[3] Mr. J. W. Clark puts the matter as follows:--"Durham College,

maintained by the Benedictines of Durham, was supplied with books from

the mother-house, lists of which have been preserved; and subsequently

a library was built there to contain the collection bequeathed in 1345

by Richard de Bury" (The Care of Books, p. 142). Mr. Thomas points

out that De Bury's executors sold at least some portion of his books;

and, moreover, his biographer says nothing of a library at Oxford.

Possibly the scheme was never carried out. In the British Museum (Roy.

13 D. iv. 3) is a large folio MS. of the works of John of Salisbury,

which was one of the books bought back from the Bishop's executors.

Unfortunately, the "special catalogue" of his books prepared by Richard

has not come down to us; but "from his own book and from the books

cited in the works of his friends and housemates, who may reasonably be

supposed to have drawn largely from the bishop's collection, it would

be possible to restore a hypothetical but not improbable Bibliotheca

Ricardi de Bury. The difficulty would be with that contemporary

literature, which they would think below the dignity of quotation, but

which we know the Bishop collected."

Early Editions of the Philobiblon.

The book was first printed at Cologne in 1473, at Spires in 1483, and

at Paris in 1500. The first English edition appeared in 1598-9, edited

by Thomas James, Bodley's first librarian. Other editions appeared in

Germany in 1610, 1614, 1674 and 1703; at Paris in 1856; at Albany in

1861. The texts were, with the exception of those issued in 1483 and

1599, based on the 1473 edition; though the French edition and

translation of 1856, prepared by M. Cocheris, claimed to be a critical

version, it left the text untouched, and merely gave the various

readings of the three Paris manuscripts at the foot of the pages; these

readings are moreover badly chosen, and the faults of the version are

further to be referred to the use of the ill-printed 1703 edition as

copy.

In 1832 there appeared an anonymous English translation, now known to

have been by J. B. Inglis; it followed the edition of 1473, with all

its errors and inaccuracies.

Mr. E. C. Thomas' Text.--The first true text of the Philobiblon, the

result of a careful examination of twenty-eight MSS., and of the

various printed editions, appeared in the year 1888:

"The Philobiblon of Richard de Bury, Bishop of Durham, Treasurer and

Chancellor of Edward III, edited and translated by Ernest C. Thomas,

Barrister-at-law, late Scholar of Trinity College, Oxford, and

Librarian of the Oxford Union. London: Kegan Paul, Trench, & Co."

For fifteen years the enthusiastic editor--an ideal Bibliophile--had

toiled at his labour of love, and his work was on all sides received

with the recognition due to his monumental achievement. To the great

loss of English learning, he did not long survive the conclusion of his

labours. The very limited edition of the work was soon exhausted, and

it is by the most generous permission of his father, Mr. John Thomas,

of Lower Broughton, Manchester, that the translation--the only

trustworthy rendering of Richard de Bury's precious treatise--is now,

for the first time, made accessible to the larger book-loving public,

and fittingly inaugurates the present series of English classics. The

general Editor desires to express his best thanks to Mr. John Thomas,

as also to Messrs. Kegan Paul, for their kindness in allowing him to

avail himself of the materials included in the 1888 edition of the

work. He has attempted, in the brief Preface and Notes, to condense

Mr. Thomas' labours in such a way as would have been acceptable to the

lamented scholar, and though he has made bold to explain some few

textual difficulties, and to add some few references, he would fain

hope that these additions have been made with modest caution--with the

reverence due to the unstinted toil of a Bibliophile after Richard de

Bury's own pattern. Yet once again Richard de Bury's Philobiblon,

edited and translated into English by E. C. Thomas, is presented to new

generations of book-lovers:--"LIBRORUM DILECTORIBUS."

THE PHILOBIBLON NEWLY TRANSLATED

PROLOGUE

I That the treasure of wisdom is chiefly contained in books

II The degree of affection that is properly due to books

III What we are to think of the price in the buying of books

IV The complaint of books against the clergy already promoted

V The complaint of books against the possessioners

VI The complaint of books against the mendicants

VII The complaint of books against wars

VIII Of the numerous opportunities we have had of collecting a

store of books

IX How, although we preferred the works of the ancients, we

have not condemned the studies of the moderns

X Of the gradual perfecting of books

XI Why we have preferred books of liberal learning to books of law

XII Why we have caused books of grammar to be so diligently

prepared

XIII Why we have not wholly neglected the fables of the poets

XIV Who ought to be special lovers of books

XV Of the advantages of the love of books

XVI That it is meritorious to write new books and to renew the old

XVII Of showing due propriety in the custody of books

XVIII Showeth that we have collected so great store of books for

the common benefit of scholars and not only for our own pleasure

XIX Of the manner of lending all our books to students

XX An exhortation to scholars to requite us by pious prayers

PROLOGUE

To all the faithful of Christ to whom the tenor of these presents may

come, Richard de Bury, by the divine mercy Bishop of Durham, wisheth

everlasting salvation in the Lord and to present continually a pious

memorial of himself before God, alike in his lifetime and after his

death.

What shall I render unto the Lord for all His benefits towards me? asks

the most devout Psalmist, an invincible King and first among the

prophets; in which most grateful question he approves himself a willing

thank-offerer, a multifarious debtor, and one who wishes for a holier

counsellor than himself: agreeing with Aristotle, the chief of

philosophers, who shows (in the 3rd and 6th books of his Ethics) that

all action depends upon counsel.

And indeed if so wonderful a prophet, having a fore-knowledge of divine

secrets, wished so anxiously to consider how he might gratefully repay

the blessings graciously bestowed, what can we fitly do, who are but

rude thanksgivers and most greedy receivers, laden with infinite divine

benefits? Assuredly we ought with anxious deliberation and abundant

consideration, having first invoked the Sevenfold Spirit, that it may

burn in our musings as an illuminating fire, fervently to prepare a way

without hinderance, that the bestower of all things may be cheerfully

worshipped in return for the gifts that He has bestowed, that our

neighbour may be relieved of his burden, and that the guilt contracted

by sinners every day may be redeemed by the atonement of almsgiving.

Forewarned therefore through the admonition of the Psalmist's devotion

by Him who alone prevents and perfects the goodwill of man, without

Whom we have no power even so much as to think, and Whose gift we doubt

not it is, if we have done anything good, we have diligently inquired

and considered in our own heart as well as with others, what among the

good offices of various works of piety would most please the Almighty,

and would be more beneficial to the Church Militant. And lo! there

soon occurred to our contemplation a host of unhappy, nay, rather of

elect scholars, in whom God the Creator and Nature His handmaid planted

the roots of excellent morals and of famous sciences, but whom the

poverty of their circumstances so oppressed that before the frown of

adverse fortune the seeds of excellence, so fruitful in the cultivated

field of youth, not being watered by the rain that they require, are

forced to wither away. Thus it happens that "bright virtue lurks buried

in obscurity," to use the words of Boethius, and burning lights are not

put under a bushel, but for want of oil are utterly extinguished. Thus

the field, so full of flower in Spring, has withered up before harvest

time; thus wheat degenerates to tares, and vines into the wild vines,

and thus olives run into the wild olive; the tender stems rot away

altogether, and those who might have grown up into strong pillars of

the Church, being endowed with the capacity of a subtle intellect,

abandon the schools of learning. With poverty only as their

stepmother, they are repelled violently from the nectared cup of

philosophy as soon as they have tasted of it and have become more

fiercely thirsty by the very taste. Though fit for the liberal arts

and disposed to study the sacred writings alone, being deprived of the

aid of their friends, by a kind of apostasy they return to the

mechanical arts solely to gain a livelihood, to the loss of the Church

and the degradation of the whole clergy. Thus Mother Church conceiving

sons is compelled to miscarry, nay, some misshapen monster is born

untimely from her womb, and for lack of that little with which Nature

is contented, she loses excellent pupils, who might afterwards become

champions and athletes of the faith. Alas, how suddenly the woof is

cut, while the hand of the weaver is beginning his work! Alas, how the

sun is eclipsed in the brightness of the dawn, and the planet in its

course is hurled backwards, and, while it bears the nature and likeness

of a star suddenly drops and becomes a meteor! What more piteous sight

can the pious man behold? What can more sharply stir the bowels of his

pity? What can more easily melt a heart hard as an anvil into hot

tears? On the other hand, let us recall from past experience how much

it has profited the whole Christian commonwealth, not indeed to

enervate students with the delights of a Sardanapalus or the riches of

a Croesus, but rather to support them in their poverty with the frugal

means that become the scholar. How many have we seen with our eyes,

how many have we read of in books, who, distinguished by no pride of

birth, and rejoicing in no rich inheritance, but supported only by the

piety of the good, have made their way to apostolic chairs, have most

worthily presided over faithful subjects, have bent the necks of the

proud and lofty to the ecclesiastical yoke and have extended further

the liberties of the Church!

Accordingly, having taken a survey of human necessities in every

direction, with a view to bestow our charity upon them, our

compassionate inclinations have chosen to bear pious aid to this

calamitous class of men, in whom there is nevertheless such hope of

advantage to the Church, and to provide for them, not only in respect

of things necessary to their support, but much more in respect of the

books so useful to their studies. To this end, most acceptable in the

sight of God, our attention has long been unweariedly devoted. This

ecstatic love has carried us away so powerfully, that we have resigned

all thoughts of other earthly things, and have given ourselves up to a

passion for acquiring books. That our intent and purpose, therefore,

may be known to posterity as well as to our contemporaries, and that we

may for ever stop the perverse tongues of gossipers as far as we are

concerned, we have published a little treatise written in the lightest

style of the moderns; for it is ridiculous to find a slight matter

treated of in a pompous style. And this treatise (divided into twenty

chapters) will clear the love we have had for books from the charge of

excess, will expound the purpose of our intense devotion, and will

narrate more clearly than light all the circumstances of our

undertaking. And because it principally treats of the love of books,

we have chosen, after the fashion of the ancient Romans, fondly to name

it by a Greek word, Philobiblon.

CHAPTER I

THAT THE TREASURE OF WISDOM IS CHIEFLY CONTAINED IN BOOKS

The desirable treasure of wisdom and science, which all men desire by

an instinct of nature, infinitely surpasses all the riches of the

world; in respect of which precious stones are worthless; in comparison

with which silver is as clay and pure gold is as a little sand; at

whose splendour the sun and moon are dark to look upon; compared with

whose marvellous sweetness honey and manna are bitter to the taste. O

value of wisdom that fadeth not away with time, virtue ever

flourishing, that cleanseth its possessor from all venom! O heavenly

gift of the divine bounty, descending from the Father of lights, that

thou mayest exalt the rational soul to the very heavens! Thou art the

celestial nourishment of the intellect, which those who eat shall still

hunger and those who drink shall still thirst, and the gladdening

harmony of the languishing soul which he that hears shall never be

confounded. Thou art the moderator and rule of morals, which he who

follows shall not sin. By thee kings reign and princes decree justice.

By thee, rid of their native rudeness, their minds and tongues being

polished, the thorns of vice being torn up by the roots, those men

attain high places of honour, and become fathers of their country, and

companions of princes, who without thee would have melted their spears

into pruning-hooks and ploughshares, or would perhaps be feeding swine

with the prodigal.

Where dost thou chiefly lie hidden, O most elect treasure! and where

shall thirsting souls discover thee?

Certes, thou hast placed thy tabernacle in books, where the Most High,

the Light of lights, the Book of Life, has established thee. There

everyone who asks receiveth thee, and everyone who seeks finds thee,

and to everyone that knocketh boldly it is speedily opened. Therein

the cherubim spread out their wings, that the intellect of the students

may ascend and look from pole to pole, from the east and west, from the

north and from the south. Therein the mighty and incomprehensible God

Himself is apprehensibly contained and worshipped; therein is revealed

the nature of things celestial, terrestrial, and infernal; therein are

discerned the laws by which every state is administered, the offices of

the celestial hierarchy are distinguished, and the tyrannies of demons

described, such as neither the ideas of Plato transcend, nor the chair

of Crato contained.

In books I find the dead as if they were alive; in books I foresee

things to come; in books warlike affairs are set forth; from books come

forth the laws of peace. All things are corrupted and decay in time;

Saturn ceases not to devour the children that he generates; all the

glory of the world would be buried in oblivion, unless God had provided

mortals with the remedy of books.

Alexander, the conqueror of the earth, Julius, the invader of Rome and

of the world, who, the first in war and arts, assumed universal empire

under his single rule, faithful Fabricius and stern Cato, would now

have been unknown to fame, if the aid of books had been wanting.

Towers have been razed to the ground; cities have been overthrown;

triumphal arches have perished from decay; nor can either pope or king

find any means of more easily conferring the privilege of perpetuity

than by books. The book that he has made renders its author this

service in return, that so long as the book survives its author remains

immortal and cannot die, as Ptolemy declares in the Prologue to his

Almagest: He is not dead, he says, who has given life to science.

Who therefore will limit by anything of another kind the price of the

infinite treasure of books, from which the scribe who is instructed

bringeth forth things new and old? Truth that triumphs over all

things, which overcomes the king, wine, and women, which it is reckoned

holy to honour before friendship, which is the way without turning and

the life without end, which holy Boethius considers to be threefold in

thought, speech, and writing, seems to remain more usefully and to

fructify to greater profit in books. For the meaning of the voice

perishes with the sound; truth latent in the mind is wisdom that is hid

and treasure that is not seen; but truth which shines forth in books

desires to manifest itself to every impressionable sense. It commends

itself to the sight when it is read, to the hearing when it is heard,

and moreover in a manner to the touch, when it suffers itself to be

transcribed, bound, corrected, and preserved. The undisclosed truth

of the mind, although it is the possession of the noble soul, yet

because it lacks a companion, is not certainly known to be delightful,

while neither sight nor hearing takes account of it. Further the truth

of the voice is patent only to the ear and eludes the sight, which

reveals to us more of the qualities of things, and linked with the

subtlest of motions begins and perishes as it were in a breath. But

the written truth of books, not transient but permanent, plainly offers

itself to be observed, and by means of the pervious spherules of the

eyes, passing through the vestibule of perception and the courts of

imagination, enters the chamber of intellect, taking its place in the

couch of memory, where it engenders the eternal truth of the mind.

Finally we must consider what pleasantness of teaching there is in

books, how easy, how secret! How safely we lay bare the poverty of

human ignorance to books without feeling any shame! They are masters

who instruct us without rod or ferule, without angry words, without

clothes or money. If you come to them they are not asleep; if you ask

and inquire of them they do not withdraw themselves; they do not chide

if you make mistakes; they do not laugh at you if you are ignorant. O

books, who alone are liberal and free, who give to all who ask of you

and enfranchise all who serve you faithfully! By how many thousand

types are ye commended to learned men in the Scriptures given us by

inspiration of God! For ye are the minds of profoundest wisdom, to

which the wise man sends his son that he may dig out treasures: Prov.

ii. Ye are the wells of living waters, which father Abraham first

digged, Isaac digged again, and which the Philistines strive to fill

up: Gen. xxvi. Ye are indeed the most delightful ears of corn, full of

grain, to be rubbed only by apostolic hands, that the sweetest food may

be produced for hungry souls: Matt. xii. Ye are the golden pots in

which manna is stored, and rocks flowing with honey, nay, combs of

honey, most plenteous udders of the milk of life, garners ever full; ye

are the tree of life and the fourfold river of Paradise, by which the

human mind is nourished, and the thirsty intellect is watered and

refreshed. Ye are the ark of Noah and the ladder of Jacob, and the

troughs by which the young of those who look therein are coloured; ye

are the stones of testimony and the pitchers holding the lamps of

Gideon, the scrip of David, from which the smoothest stones are taken

for the slaying of Goliath. Ye are the golden vessels of the temple,

the arms of the soldiers of the Church with which to quench all the

fiery darts of the wicked, fruitful olives, vines of Engadi, fig-trees

that are never barren, burning lamps always to be held in

readiness--and all the noblest comparisons of Scripture may be applied

to books, if we choose to speak in figures.

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