though he have never so much understanding; so that solitude can be well fitted, and sit right, but upon a very few persons. They must have enough knowledge of the world to see the vanity of it, and enough virtue to despise all vanity; if the mind be possessed with any lust or passions, a man had better be in a fair, than in a wood alone. They may, like petty thieves, cheat us perhaps, and pick our pockets, in the midst of company; but, like robbers, they use to strip and bind, or murder us, when they catch us alone. This is but to retreat from men, and fall into the hands of devils. It is like the punishment of parricides among the Romans, to be sowed into a bag, with an ape, a dog, and a serpent. The first work therefore that a man must do, to make himself capable of the good of solitude, is, the very eradication of all lusts; for how is it possible for a man to enjoy himself, while his affections are tied to things without himself? In the second place, he must learn the art and get the habit of thinking; for this too, no less than well-speaking, depends upon much practice; and cogitation is the thing which distinguishes the solitude of a God from a wild beast. Now, because the soul of man is not by its own nature or observation furnished with sufficient materials to work upon, it is necessary for it to have continual recourse to learning and books for fresh supplies, so that the solitary life will grow indigent, and be ready to starve, without them; but if once we be thoroughly engaged in the love of letters, instead of being wearied with the length of any day, we shall only complain of the shortness of our whole life. "O vita, stulto longa, sapienti brevis 4 !" O life, long to the fool, short to the wise! The first minister of state has not so much business in public, as a wise man has in private: if the one have little leisure to be alone, the other has less leisure to be in company; the one has but part of the affairs of one nation, the other all the works of God and nature, under his consideration. There is no saying shocks me so much as that which I hear very often, "that a man does not know how to pass his time." It would have been but ill-spoken by Methusalem in the nine hundred sixty-ninth year of his life; so far it is from us, who have not time enough to attain to the utmost perfection of any part of any science, to have cause to complain that we are forced to be idle for want of work. But this, you will say, is work only for the learned; others are not capable either of the employments or divertisements that arrive from letters. I know they are not; and therefore cannot much recommend solitude to a man totally illiterate. But, if any man be so unlearned, as to want entertainment of the little intervals of accidental solitude, which frequently occur in almost all conditions (except the very meanest of the people, who have business enough in the necessary provisions for life) it is truly a great shame both to his parents and himself; for a very small portion of any ingenious art 4 "O vita, misero longa, felici brevis !" will stop up all those gaps of our time: either music, or painting, or designing, or chemistry, or history, or gardening, or twenty other things, will do it usefully and pleasantly; and, if he happen to set his affections upon poetry (which I do not advise him too immoderately,) that will over-do it; no wood will be thick enough to hide him from the importunities of company or business, which would abstract him from his beloved. "— O qui me gelidis in vallibus Hæmi Sistat, et ingenti ramorum protegat umbrâ 5 ?" Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebian underwood! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food Hail, the poor Muses' richest manor-seat; That for you oft they quit their bright and great Here Nature does a house for me erect, Nature, the wisest architect, Who those fond artists does despise That can the fair and living trees neglect; Here let me, careless and unthoughtful lying, 5 Virg. Georg. ii. 489. A silver stream shall roll his waters near, Ah wretched and too solitary he, To help to bear 't away. Oh Solitude, first state of human kind! As soon as two, alas! together join'd, Thee God himself, through countless ages, thee Thee, sacred Solitude, alone, Thou (though men think thine an unactive part) Thou the faint beams of reason's scatter'd light Dost, like a burning-glass, unite; Dost multiply the feeble heat, And fortify the strength, till thou dost bright And noble fires beget. Whilst this hard truth I teach, methinks, I see Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, III. OF OBSCURITY. "NAM neque divitibus contingunt gaudia solis; God made not pleasures only for the rich; 66 Secretum iter et fallentis semita vitæ." The secret tracks of the deceiving life. 1 Hor. 1 Ep. xvii. 9. 2 Hor. 1 Ep. xviii. 103. |