THE stage is more beholding to love, than the life of man. For as
tothe stage, love is ever matter of comedies, and now and then of tragedies;
butin life it doth much mischief; sometimes like a siren, sometimes like
afury. You may observe, that amongst all the great and worthy persons
(whereofthe memory remaineth, either ancient or recent) there is not one,
thathath been transported to the mad degree of love: which shows that
greatspirits, and great business, do keep out this weak passion. You
mustexcept, nevertheless, Marcus Antonius, the half partner of the empire
ofRome, and Appius Claudius, the decemvir and lawgiver; whereof the former
wasindeed a voluptuous man, and inordinate; but the latter was an austere
andwise man: and therefore it seems (though rarely) that love can find
entrance,not only into an open heart, but also into a heart well fortified,
ifwatch be not well kept. It is a poor saying of Epicurus, Satis magnum
alter alteri theatrum sumus; as if man, made for the contemplation
of heaven, and all noble objects, should do nothing but kneel be-
forea little idol, and make himself a subject, though not of the mouth
(asbeasts are), yet of the eye; which was given him for higher purposes.
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