ne eyes
open, tired with waking, and now slumbering to their continual task." Hear
Tully _pro Archia Poeta_: "whilst others loitered, and took their
pleasures, he was continually at his book," so they do that will be
scholars, and that to the hazard (I say) of their healths, fortunes, wits,
and lives. How much did Aristotle and Ptolemy spend? _unius regni precium_
they say, more than a king's ransom; how many crowns per annum, to perfect
arts, the one about his History of Creatures, the other on his Almagest?
How much time did Thebet Benchorat employ, to find out the motion of the
eighth sphere? forty years and more, some write: how many poor scholars
have lost their wits, or become dizzards, neglecting all worldly affairs
and their own health, wealth, _esse_ and _bene esse_, to gain knowledge for
which, after all their pains, in this world's esteem they are accounted
ridiculous and silly fools, idiots, asses, and (as oft they are) rejected,
contemned, derided, doting, and mad. Look for examples in Hildesheim
_spicel. 2, de mania et delirio_: read Trincavellius, _l. 3. consil. 36, et
c. 17._ Montanus, _consil. 233._ [1988]Garceus _de Judic. genit. cap. 33._
Mercurialis, _consil. 86, cap. 25._ Prosper [1989]Calenius in his Book _de
atra bile_; Go to Bedlam and ask. Or if they keep their wits, yet they are
esteemed scrubs and fools by reason of their carriage: "after seven years'
study"

------"statua, taciturnius exit,
Plerumque et risum populi quatit."------

"He becomes more silent than a statue, and generally excites people's
laughter." Because they cannot ride a horse, which every clown can do;
salute and court a gentlewoman, carve at table, cringe and make conges,
which every common swasher can do, [1990]_hos populus ridet_, &c., they are
laughed to scorn, and accounted silly fools by our gallants. Yea, many
times, such is their misery, they deserve it: [1991]a mere scholar, a mere
ass.

[1992] "Obstipo capite, et figentes lumine terram,
Murmura cum secum, et rabiosa silentia rodunt,
Atque experrecto trutinantur verba labello,
Aegroti veteris meditantes somnia, gigni
De nihilo nihilum; in nihilum nil posse reverti."

[1993] ------"who do lean awry
Their heads, piercing the earth with a fixt eye;
When, by themselves, they gnaw their murmuring,
And furious silence, as 'twere balancing
Each word upon their out-stretched lip, and when