It had been hard for him that spake it to have put more truth and untruth together in few words, than in that speech,
Whatsoever1 is delighted in
solitude2, is either a wild beast or a god. For it is most true, that a natural and secret
hatred3, and aversation towards society, in any man, hath somewhat of the
savage4 beast; but it is most untrue, that it should have any character at all, of the
divine(神圣的) nature; except it proceed, not out of a pleasure in solitude, but out of a love and desire to
sequester5 a man's self, for a higher conversation: such as is found to have been falsely and feignedly in some of the heathen; as Epimenides the Canadian, Numa the Roman, Empedocles the Sicilian, and Apollonius of Tyana, and truly and really, in
divers6 of the ancient
hermits7 and holy fathers of the church. But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a
tinkling8 cymbal9, where there is no love. The Latin
adage10 meeteth with it a little: Magna civitas , magna solitudo; because in a great town friends are
scattered11; so that there is not that fellowship, for the most part, which is in less neighborhoods. But we may go further, and affirm most truly, that it is a
mere12 and
miserable13 solitude to want true friends; without which the world is but a
wilderness14; and even in this sense also of solitude, whosoever in the frame of his nature and affections, is unfit for friendship, he taketh it of the beast, and not from humanity.
A principal fruit of friendship, is the ease and discharge of the fulness and
swellings(膨胀) of the heart, which passions of all kinds do cause and induce. We know diseases of stoppings, and suffocations, are the most dangerous in the body; and it is not much otherwise in the mind; you may take sarza to open the liver, steel to open the spleen, flowers of sulphur for the lungs,
castoreum(海狸香) for the brain; but no receipt openeth the heart, but a true friend; to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes, suspicions, counsels, and whatsoever lieth upon the heart to oppress it, in a kind of civil shrift or
confession15.