As you see children trying to bring a mass of quicksilver to a certain number of parts, the more they press and work it and endeavour to reduce it to their own will, the more they irritate the liberty of this generous metal; it evades their endeavour and sprinkles itself into so many separate bodies as frustrate all reckoning; so is it here, for in subdividing these subtilties we teach men to increase their doubts; they put us into a way of extending and diversifying difficulties, and lengthen and disperse them.  In sowing and retailing questions they make the world fructify and increase in uncertainties and disputes, as the earth is made fertile by being crumbled and dug deep.

“Difficultatem facit doctrina.”

               ["Learning (Doctrine) begets difficulty.” 
               —­Quintilian, Insat.  Orat., x. 3.]

We doubted of Ulpian, and are still now more perplexed with Bartolus and Baldus.  We should efface the trace of this innumerable diversity of opinions; not adorn ourselves with it, and fill posterity with crotchets.  I know not what to say to it; but experience makes it manifest, that so many interpretations dissipate truth and break it.  Aristotle wrote to be understood; if he could not do this, much less will another that is not so good at it; and a third than he, who expressed his own thoughts.  We open the matter, and spill it in pouring out:  of one subject we make a thousand, and in multiplying and subdividing them, fall again into the infinity of atoms of Epicurus.  Never did two men make the same judgment of the same thing; and ’tis impossible to find two opinions exactly alike, not only in several men, but in the same man, at diverse hours.  I often find matter of doubt in things of which the commentary has disdained to take notice; I am most apt to stumble in an even country, like some horses that I have known, that make most trips in the smoothest way.

Who will not say that glosses augment doubts and ignorance, since there’s no book to be found, either human or divine, which the world busies itself about, whereof the difficulties are cleared by interpretation.  The hundredth commentator passes it on to the next, still more knotty and perplexed than he found it.  When were we ever agreed amongst ourselves:  “This book has enough; there is now no more to be said about it”?  This is most apparent in the law; we give the authority of law to infinite doctors, infinite decrees, and as many interpretations; yet do we find any end of the need of interpretating? is there, for all that, any progress or advancement towards peace, or do we stand in need of any fewer advocates and judges than when this great mass of law was yet in its first infancy?  On the contrary, we darken and bury intelligence; we can no longer discover it, but at the mercy of so many fences and barriers.  Men do not know the natural disease of the mind; it does nothing but ferret and inquire, and is eternally wheeling, juggling, and perplexing