And from
this combustible temper, this serious anger for no very serious things,
things looked on by most as foreign to the important points of life, as
consequentially flows that inheritance of ridicule, which devolves on
them, from generation to generation. As soon as they become authors, they
become like Ben Jonson's angry boy, and learn the art of quarrel.
Concordes animae--dum nocte prementur;
Heu! quantum inter se bellum, si lumina vitae
Attigerint, quantas acies stragemque ciebunt!
Qui Juvenes! quantas ostentant, aspice, vires.
Ne, pueri! ne tanta animis assuescite bella.
Tuque prior, tu parce, genus qui ducis Olympo,
Sidereo flagrans clypeo, et coelestibus armis,
Projice tela manu, sanguis meus!
Nec te ullae facies, non terruit ipse Typhoeus
Arduus, arma tenens; non te Messapus et Ufens,
Contemtorque Deum Mezentius.
VIRG.
But to return. He that has this idea of perfection in the work he
undertakes, however successful he is, will yet be modest; because to rise
up to that idea, which he proposed for his model, is almost, if not
absolutely, impossible.
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