Jonson studied “THE HUMOURS,” and not the passions. What were these “humours”? The bard himself does not distinguish them from “manners”—
Their Manners, now call’d Humours, feed the stage.
The ambiguity of the term has confounded it with humour itself; they are, however, so far distinct, that a “humour,” that is, some absorbing singularity in a character, may not necessarily be very humorous—it may be only absurd.
When this term “humours” became popular, it sunk into a mystification. Every one suddenly had his “humour.” It served on all occasions as an argument which closed all discussion. The impertinent insisted on the privilege of his “humour.” “The idiot” who chose to be “apish,” declared that a lock of hair fantastically hung, or the dancing feather in his cap, were his “humour.” A moral quality, or an affection of the mind, was thus indiscriminately applied to things themselves, when they were objects of affectation or whim. The phrase was tossed about till it bore no certain meaning. Such indeed is the fate of all fashionable cant—ephemera which, left to themselves, die away with their season.
The ludicrous incongruity of applying these physical qualities to moral acts, and apologizing for their caprices by their “humours,” was too exquisitely ludicrous not to be seized on as the property of our comic satirists. Shakespeare and Jonson have given perpetuity to this term of the vocabulary in vogue, and Jonson has dignified it by transferring it to his comic art. Shakespeare has personified these “humours” in that whimsical, blunt, grotesque Corporal Nym, the pith of whose reason and the chorus of whose tune are his “humours;” admirably contrasting with that other “humourist,” his companion, ranting the fag-ends of tragedies “in Cambyses’ vein.” Jonson, more elaborate, according to his custom, could not quit his subject till he had developed the whole system in two comedies of “Every Man IN” and “Every Man OUT of his Humour.”
The vague term was least comprehended when most in use. Asper, the censor of the times,[1] desires Mitis, who had used it, “to answer what was meant:” Mitis, a neutralized man, “who never acts, and has therefore no character,” can only reply, “Answer what?” The term was too plain or too obscure for that simple soul to attach any idea to a word current with all the world.
The philosopher then offers
| To give these ignorant well-spoken days Some taste of their abuse of this word Humour. |
This rejoices his friend Cordatus:
| Oh, do not let your purpose fall, good Asper; It cannot but arrive most acceptable, Chiefly to such as have the happiness Daily to see how the poor innocent word Is rack’d and tortured. |