The Praise of Folly | Page 6

it, they might the more
plentifully enjoy it themselves. But tell me, by Jupiter, what part of

man's life is that that is not sad, crabbed, unpleasant, insipid,
troublesome, unless it be seasoned with pleasure, that is to say, folly?
For the proof of which the never sufficiently praised Sophocles in that
his happy elegy of us, "To know nothing is the only happiness," might
be authority enough, but that I intend to take every particular by itself.
And first, who knows not but a man's infancy is the merriest part of life
to himself, and most acceptable to others? For what is that in them
which we kiss, embrace, cherish, nay enemies succor, but this
witchcraft of folly, which wise Nature did of purpose give them into
the world with them that they might the more pleasantly pass over the
toil of education, and as it were flatter the care and diligence of their
nurses? And then for youth, which is in such reputation everywhere,
how do all men favor it, study to advance it, and lend it their helping
hand? And whence, I pray, all this grace? Whence but from me? by
whose kindness, as it understands as little as may be, it is also for that
reason the higher privileged from exceptions; and I am mistaken if,
when it is grown up and by experience and discipline brought to savor
something like man, if in the same instant that beauty does not fade, its
liveliness decay, its pleasantness grow flat, and its briskness fail. And
by how much the further it runs from me, by so much the less it lives,
till it comes to the burden of old age, not only hateful to others, but to
itself also. Which also were altogether insupportable did not I pity its
condition, in being present with it, and, as the poets' gods were wont to
assist such as were dying with some pleasant metamorphosis, help their
decrepitness as much as in me lies by bringing them back to a second
childhood, from whence they are not improperly called twice children.
Which, if you ask me how I do it, I shall not be shy in the point. I bring
them to our River Lethe (for its springhead rises in the Fortunate
Islands, and that other of hell is but a brook in comparison), from
which, as soon as they have drunk down a long forgetfulness, they
wash away by degrees the perplexity of their minds, and so wax young
again.
But perhaps you'll say they are foolish and doting. Admit it; 'tis the
very essence of childhood; as if to be such were not to be a fool, or that
that condition had anything pleasant in it, but that it understood nothing.

For who would not look upon that child as a prodigy that should have
as much wisdom as a man?--according to that common proverb, "I do
not like a child that is a man too soon." Or who would endure a
converse or friendship with that old man who to so large an experience
of things had joined an equal strength of mind and sharpness of
judgment? And therefore for this reason it is that old age dotes; and that
it does so, it is beholding to me. Yet, notwithstanding, is this dotard
exempt from all those cares that distract a wise man; he is not the less
pot companion, nor is he sensible of that burden of life which the more
manly age finds enough to do to stand upright under it. And sometimes
too, like Plautus' old man, he returns to his three letters, A.M.O., the
most unhappy of all things living, if he rightly understood what he did
in it. And yet, so much do I befriend him that I make him well received
of his friends and no unpleasant companion; for as much as, according
to Homer, Nestor's discourse was pleasanter than honey, whereas
Achilles' was both bitter and malicious; and that of old men, as he has it
in another place, florid. In which respect also they have this advantage
of children, in that they want the only pleasure of the others' life, we'll
suppose it prattling. Add to this that old men are more eagerly
delighted with children, and they, again, with old men. "Like to like,"
quoted the Devil to the collier. For what difference between them, but
that the one has more wrinkles and years upon his head than the other?
Otherwise, the brightness of their hair, toothless mouth, weakness of
body, love of mild, broken speech, chatting, toying, forgetfulness,
inadvertency, and briefly, all other their actions agree in everything.
And by how much the nearer they approach to this old age, by so much
they grow backward into the likeness