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Project Gutenberg's The Essays of Montaigne, Volume 9, by Michel de MontaigneThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.netTitle: The Essays of Montaigne, Volume 9Author: Michel de MontaigneRelease Date: September 17, 2006 [EBook #3589]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ESSAYS OF MONTAIGNE, VOLUME 9 ***Produced by David WidgerESSAYS OF MICHEL DE MONTAIGNETranslated by Charles CottonEdited by William Carew Hazilitt1877CONTENTS OF VOLUME 9.I. Of the inconstancy of our actions.II. Of drunkenness.III. A custom of the Isle of Cea.IV. To-morrow's a new day.V. Of conscience.VI. Use makes perfect.ESSAYS OF MONTAIGNEBOOK THE SECONDCHAPTER IOF THE INCONSTANCY OF OUR ACTIONSSuch as make it their business to oversee human actions, do not find themselves in anything so much perplexed as toreconcile them and bring them into the world's eye with the same lustre and reputation; for they commonly so strangelycontradict one another that it seems impossible they should proceed from one and the same person. We find theyounger Marius one while a son of Mars and another a son of Venus. Pope Boniface VIII. entered, it is said, into hisPapacy like a fox, behaved himself in it like a lion, and died like a dog; and who could believe it to be ...

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VProolujemcte  G9,u tbeyn bMeircgh'esl  Tdhe e MEosnstaaiygs noef Montaigne,This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere atno cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under theterms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: The Essays of Montaigne, Volume 9Author: Michel de MontaigneRelease Date: September 17, 2006 [EBook #3589]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERGEBOOK THE ESSAYS OF MONTAIGNE,VOLUME 9 ***Produced by David Widger
EDSE SMAOYNS TOAFI GMNIECHELTranslated by Charles CottonEdited by William Carew Hazilitt7781CONTENTS OF VOLUME 9.I. Of the inconstancy of our actions.II. Of drunkenness.III. A custom of the Isle of Cea.IV. To-morrow's a new day.V. Of conscience.VI. Use makes perfect.ESSAYS OF MONTAIGNEBOOK THE SECONDCHAPTER IOF THE INCONSTANCY OF OUR ACTIONS
Such as make it their business to oversee humanactions, do not find themselves in anything somuch perplexed as to reconcile them and bringthem into the world's eye with the same lustre andreputation; for they commonly so strangelycontradict one another that it seems impossiblethey should proceed from one and the sameperson. We find the younger Marius one while ason of Mars and another a son of Venus. PopeBoniface VIII. entered, it is said, into his Papacylike a fox, behaved himself in it like a lion, and diedlike a dog; and who could believe it to be the sameNero, the perfect image of all cruelty, who, havingthe sentence of a condemned man brought to himto sign, as was the custom, cried out, "O that I hadnever been taught to write!" so much it went to hisheart to condemn a man to death. All story is full ofsuch examples, and every man is able to produceso many to himself, or out of his own practice orobservation, that I sometimes wonder to see menof understanding give themselves the trouble ofsorting these pieces, considering that irresolutionappears to me to be the most common andmanifest vice of our nature witness the famousverse of the player Publius:"Malum consilium est, quod mutari non potest."                    ["'TPius be. viMl icmo.u, nesxe l Atuhl.a t Gweillll .,a dxvmiii.t  1n4o. ]change."There seems some reason in forming a judgmentof a man from the most usual methods of his life;but, considering the natural instability of our
manners and opinions, I have often thought eventhe best authors a little out in so obstinatelyendeavouring to make of us any constant and solidcontexture; they choose a general air of a man,and according to that interpret all his actions, ofwhich, if they cannot bend some to a uniformitywith the rest, they are presently imputed todissimulation. Augustus has escaped them, forthere was in him so apparent, sudden, andcontinual variety of actions all the whole course ofhis life, that he has slipped away clear andundecided from the most daring critics. I can morehardly believe a man's constancy than any othervirtue, and believe nothing sooner than thecontrary. He that would judge of a man in detailand distinctly, bit by bit, would oftener be able tospeak the truth. It is a hard matter, from allantiquity, to pick out a dozen men who haveformed their lives to one certain and constantcourse, which is the principal design of wisdom; forto comprise it all in one word, says one of theancients, and to contract all the rules of human lifeinto one, "it is to will, and not to will, always oneand the same thing: I will not vouchsafe," says he,"to add, provided the will be just, for if it be not just,it is impossible it should be always one." I haveindeed formerly learned that vice is nothing butirregularity, and want of measure, and therefore 'tisimpossible to fix constancy to it. 'Tis a saying of.Demosthenes, "that the beginning oh all virtue isconsultation and deliberation; the end andperfection, constancy." If we would resolve on anycertain course by reason, we should pitch upon thebest, but nobody has thought on't:
          "Quod petit, spernit; repetit, quod nuperomisit;          AEstuat, et vitae disconvenit ordine toto."l[a"tTehlya tl owsht,i chhe  hsee seoksu gahgt ahine.  dHees fpliuscetsu; atwehsa,t helaifne.d" is iHnocroancsei,s tEepn.t,  iin.  tI,h e9 8w.]hole order ofOur ordinary practice is to follow the inclinations ofour appetite, be it to the left or right, upwards ordownwards, according as we are wafted by thebreath of occasion. We never meditate what wewould have till the instant we have a mind to haveit; and change like that little creature whichreceives its colour from what it is laid upon. Whatwe but just now proposed to ourselves weimmediately alter, and presently return again to it;'tis nothing but shifting and inconsistency:"Ducimur, ut nervis alienis mobile lignum."     ["We are turned about like the top with thethong of others."     —Idem, Sat., ii. 7, 82.]We do not go, we are driven; like things that float,now leisurely, then with violence, according to thegentleness or rapidity of the current:                         "Nonne videmus,          Quid sibi quisque velit, nescire, et quaereresemper          Commutare locum, quasi onus deponere
possit?"     ["Do we not see them, uncertain what theywant, and always asking     for something new, as if they could get rid ofthe burthen."     —Lucretius, iii. 1070.]Every day a new whimsy, and our humours keepmotion with the time.         "Tales sunt hominum mentes, quali paterespi          Juppiter auctificas lustravit lumine terras."     ["Such are the minds of men, that they changeas the light with     which father Jupiter himself has illumined theincreasing earth."     —Cicero, Frag. Poet, lib. x.]We fluctuate betwixt various inclinations; we willnothing freely, nothing absolutely, nothingconstantly. In any one who had prescribed andestablished determinate laws and rules in his headfor his own conduct, we should perceive anequality of manners, an order and an infalliblerelation of one thing or action to another, shinethrough his whole life; Empedocles observed thisdiscrepancy in the Agrigentines, that they gavethemselves up to delights, as if every day was theirlast, and built as if they had been to live for ever.The judgment would not be hard to make, as isvery evident in the younger Cato; he who thereinhas found one step, it will lead him to all the rest;
has found one step, it will lead him to all the rest;'tis a harmony of very according sounds, thatcannot jar. But with us 't is quite contrary; everyparticular action requires a particular judgment.The surest way to steer, in my opinion, would be totake our measures from the nearest alliedcircumstances, without engaging in a longerinquisition, or without concluding any otherconsequence. I was told, during the civil disordersof our poor kingdom, that a maid, hard by theplace where I then was, had thrown herself out of awindow to avoid being forced by a common soldierwho was quartered in the house; she was not killedby the fall, and therefore, repeating her attemptwould have cut her own throat, had she not beenprevented; but having, nevertheless, woundedherself to some show of danger, she voluntarilyconfessed that the soldier had not as yetimportuned her otherwise; than by courtship,earnest solicitation, and presents; but that she wasafraid that in the end he would have proceeded toviolence, all which she delivered with such acountenance and accent, and withal embrued inher own blood, the highest testimony of her virtue,that she appeared another Lucretia; and yet I havesince been very well assured that both before andafter she was not so difficult a piece. And,according to my host's tale in Ariosto, be ashandsome a man and as worthy a gentleman asyou will, do not conclude too much upon yourmistress's inviolable chastity for having beenrepulsed; you do not know but she may have abetter stomach to your muleteer.Antigonus, having taken one of his soldiers into a
great degree of favour and esteem for his valour,gave his physicians strict charge to cure him of along and inward disease under which he had agreat while languished, and observing that, afterhis cure, he went much more coldly to work thanbefore, he asked him what had so altered andcowed him: "Yourself, sir," replied the other, "byhaving eased me of the pains that made me wearyof my life." Lucullus's soldier having been rifled bythe enemy, performed upon them in revenge abrave exploit, by which having made himself againer, Lucullus, who had conceived a goodopinion of him from that action, went about toengage him in some enterprise of very greatdanger, with all the plausible persuasions andpromises he could think of;"Verbis, quae timido quoque possent adderementem"          ["Words which might add courage to anytimid man."          —Horace, Ep., ii. 2, 1, 2.]"Pray employ," answered he, "some miserableplundered soldier in that affair":                         "Quantumvis rusticus, ibit,               Ibit eo, quo vis, qui zonam perdidit,inquit;"     ["Some poor fellow, who has lost his purse, willgo whither you     wish, said he."—Horace, Ep., ii. 2, 39.]
and flatly refused to go. When we read thatMahomet having furiously rated Chasan, Bassa ofthe Janissaries, because he had seen theHungarians break into his squadrons, and himselfbehave very ill in the business, and that Chasan,instead of any other answer, rushed furiouslyalone, scimitar in hand, into the first body of theenemy, where he was presently cut to pieces, weare not to look upon that action, peradventure, somuch as vindication as a turn of mind, not so muchnatural valour as a sudden despite. The man yousaw yesterday so adventurous and brave, youmust not think it strange to see him as great apoltroon the next: anger, necessity, company,wine, or the sound of the trumpet had roused hisspirits; this is no valour formed and established byreason, but accidentally created by suchcircumstances, and therefore it is no wonder if bycontrary circumstances it appear quite anotherthing.These supple variations and contradictions somanifest in us, have given occasion to some tobelieve that man has two souls; other two distinctpowers that always accompany and incline us, theone towards good and the other towards ill,according to their own nature and propension; soabrupt a variety not being imaginable to flow fromone and the same source.cFaorrr iemsy  mpaer ta,l tohneg  pwuitffh  oitf  aecvceorry diancgc itdoe intts  noowt nonlypmryoscleilvfi tby,y  tbhute  imnostraeboilviteyr  Io fd imscy oomwpno speo satunrde t;r aonudble
whoever will look narrowly into his own bosom, willhardly find himself twice in the same condition. Igive to my soul sometimes one face andsometimes another, according to the side I turn herto. If I speak variously of myself, it is because Iconsider myself variously; all the contrarieties arethere to be found in one corner or another; afterone fashion or another: bashful, insolent; chaste,lustful; prating, silent; laborious, delicate;ingenious, heavy; melancholic, pleasant; lying,true; knowing, ignorant; liberal, covetous, andprodigal: I find all this in myself, more or less,according as I turn myself about; and whoever willsift himself to the bottom, will find in himself, andeven in his own judgment, this volubility anddiscordance. I have nothing to say of myselfentirely, simply, and solidly without mixture andconfusion. 'Distinguo' is the most universal memberof my logic. Though I always intend to speak wellof good things, and rather to interpret such thingsas fall out in the best sense than otherwise, yetsuch is the strangeness of our condition, that weare often pushed on to do well even by vice itself, ifwell-doing were not judged by the intention only.One gallant action, therefore, ought not toconclude a man valiant; if a man were braveindeed, he would be always so, and upon alloccasions. If it were a habit of valour and not asally, it would render a man equally resolute in allaccidents; the same alone as in company; thesame in lists as in a battle: for, let them say whatthey will, there is not one valour for the pavementand another for the field; he would bear a sicknessin his bed as bravely as a wound in the field, and
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