Forty marks a-year, which I call nothing,
Enough now to buy a Barony.
Present him with a chair,
The best attendance—the best drink—sometimes
Two glasses of Canary—
The purest air, and the sharpest knife.
CHAP. XXVII. [P. 157.]
Proves the old Erasmian adage—Mus non uni fidit antro.
CHAP. XXVIII. [P. 164.]
The world is (says Montaigne) a school of inquisition. It is not who shall carry the ring, but who shall run the best courses.