". . . I have assayed, put myself upon the stage; I must abide the censure, I may not escape it. It is most true,
stilus virum arguit, our style bewrays [sic] us, and as hunters find their game by the trace, so is a man’s genius descried by his works;
multo melius ex sermone quam lineamentis de moribus hominum judicamus [we judge a man’s character much better from his discourse than from his features], ‘twas old Cato’s rule. I have laid myself open (I know it) in this treatise, turned mine inside outward. I shall be censured, I doubt not; for to say truth with Erasmus,
nihil morosius hominum judiciis, there’s naught so peevish as men’s judgments; yet this is some comfort,
ut palata, sic judicia, our censures are as various as our palates."
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