difficulties with the feeblest means; for he commonly
slights anything that is plain and easy, how useful
and ingenious soever, and bends all his forces against
the hardest and most improbable, though to no purpose
if attained to; for neither knowing how to measure
his own abilities nor the weight of what he attempts,
he spends his little strength in vain and grows only
weaker by it; and as men use to blind horses that
draw in a mill, his ignorance of himself and his undertakings
makes him believe he has advanced when he is no nearer
to his end than when he set out first. The bravery
of difficulties does so dazzle his eyes that he prosecutes
them with as little success as the tailor did his
amours to Queen Elizabeth. He differs from a
pedant as things do from words, for he uses the same
affectation in his operations and experiments as the
other does in language. He is a haberdasher of
small arts and sciences, and deals in as many several
operations as a baby artificer does in engines.
He will serve well enough for an index to tell what
is handled in the world, but no further. He is
wonderfully delighted with rarities, and they continue
still so to him though he has shown them a thousand
times, for every new admirer that gapes upon them
sets him a-gaping too. Next these he loves strange
natural histories; and as those that read romances,
though they know them to be fictions, are as much
affected as if they were true, so is he, and will
make hard shift to tempt himself to believe them first
to be possible, and then he’s sure to believe
them to be true, forgetting that belief upon belief
is false heraldry. He keeps a catalogue of the
names of all famous men in any profession, whom he
often takes occasion to mention as his very good friends
and old acquaintances. Nothing is more pedantic
than to seem too much concerned about wit or knowledge,
to talk much of it, and appear too critical in it.
All he can possibly arrive to is but like the monkeys
dancing on the rope, to make men wonder how ’tis
possible for art to put nature so much out of her
play.
His learning is like those letters on a coach, where,
many being writ together, no one appears plain.
When the King happens to be at the university and
degrees run like wine in conduits at public triumphs,
he is sure to have his share; and though he be as
free to choose his learning as his faculty, yet, like
St. Austin’s soul, Creando infunditur, infundendo
creatur. Nero was the first emperor of his
calling, though it be not much for his credit.
He is like an elephant that, though he cannot swim,
yet of all creatures most delights to walk along a
river’s side; and as, in law, things that appear
not and things that are not are all one, so he had
rather not be than not appear. The top of his
ambition is to have his picture graved in brass and
published upon walls, if he has no work of his own
to face with it. His want of judgment inclines
him naturally to the most extravagant undertakings,