The Praise of Folly | Page 4

for which cause, since in truth
they are morotatoi, fools, and yet would appear to the world to be wise
men and Thales, we'll even call them morosophous, wise fools.
Nor will it be amiss also to imitate the rhetoricians of our times, who
think themselves in a manner gods if like horse leeches they can but
appear to be double-tongued, and believe they have done a mighty act
if in their Latin orations they can but shuffle in some ends of Greek like
mosaic work, though altogether by head and shoulders and less to the
purpose. And if they want hard words, they run over some worm-eaten
manuscript and pick out half a dozen of the most old and obsolete to
confound their reader, believing, no doubt, that they that understand
their meaning will like it the better, and they that do not will admire it
the more by how much the less they understand it. Nor is this way of
ours of admiring what seems most foreign without its particular grace;
for if there happen to be any more ambitious than others, they may give
their applause with a smile, and, like the ass, shake their ears, that they
may be thought to understand more than the rest of their neighbors.
But to come to the purpose: I have given you my name, but what

epithet shall I add? What but that of the most foolish? For by what
more proper name can so great a goddess as Folly be known to her
disciples? And because it is not alike known to all from what stock I
am sprung, with the Muses' good leave I'll do my endeavor to satisfy
you. But yet neither the first Chaos, Orcus, Saturn, or Japhet, nor any of
those threadbare, musty gods were my father, but Plutus, Riches; that
only he, that is, in spite of Hesiod, Homer, nay and Jupiter himself,
divum pater atque hominum rex, the father of gods and men, at whose
single beck, as heretofore, so at present, all things sacred and profane
are turned topsy-turvy. According to whose pleasure war, peace,
empire, counsels, judgments, assemblies, wedlocks, bargains, leagues,
laws, arts, all things light or serious--I want breath--in short, all the
public and private business of mankind is governed; without whose
help all that herd of gods of the poets' making, and those few of the
better sort of the rest, either would not be at all, or if they were, they
would be but such as live at home and keep a poor house to themselves.
And to whomsoever he's an enemy, 'tis not Pallas herself that can
befriend him; as on the contrary he whom he favors may lead Jupiter
and his thunder in a string. This is my father and in him I glory. Nor did
he produce me from his brain, as Jupiter that sour and ill-looked Pallas;
but of that lovely nymph called Youth, the most beautiful and galliard
of all the rest. Nor was I, like that limping blacksmith, begot in the sad
and irksome bonds of matrimony. Yet, mistake me not, 'twas not that
blind and decrepit Plutus in Aristophanes that got me, but such as he
was in his full strength and pride of youth; and not that only, but at
such a time when he had been well heated with nectar, of which he had,
at one of the banquets of the gods, taken a dose extraordinary.
And as to the place of my birth, forasmuch as nowadays that is looked
upon as a main point of nobility, it was neither, like Apollo's, in the
floating Delos, nor Venus-like on the rolling sea, nor in any of blind
Homer's as blind caves: but in the Fortunate Islands, where all things
grew without plowing or sowing; where neither labor, nor old age, nor
disease was ever heard of; and in whose fields neither daffodil,
mallows, onions, beans, and such contemptible things would ever grow,
but, on the contrary, rue, angelica, bugloss, marjoram, trefoils, roses,
violets, lilies, and all the gardens of Adonis invite both your sight and

your smelling. And being thus born, I did not begin the world, as other
children are wont, with crying; but straight perched up and smiled on
my mother. Nor do I envy to the great Jupiter the goat, his nurse,
forasmuch as I was suckled by two jolly nymphs, to wit, Drunkenness,
the daughter of Bacchus, and Ignorance, of Pan. And as for such my
companions and followers as you perceive about me, if you have a
mind to know who they are, you are not like to be the wiser for me,
unless it be in Greek: this here, which you observe with that proud cast
of her eye, is Philantia, Self-love; she with