Pandora had there spilt her unlucky bottle. Men
unto men will be wolves, hobthrushers, and goblins
(as were Lycaon, Bellerophon, Nebuchodonosor), plunderers,
highway robbers, cutthroats, rapparees, murderers,
poisoners, assassinators, lewd, wicked, malevolent,
pernicious haters, set against everybody, like to Ishmael,
Metabus, or Timon the Athenian, who for that cause
was named Misanthropos, in such sort that it would
prove much more easy in nature to have fish entertained
in the air and bullocks fed in the bottom of the ocean,
than to support or tolerate a rascally rabble of people
that will not lend. These fellows, I vow, do
I hate with a perfect hatred; and if, conform to the
pattern of this grievous, peevish, and perverse world
which lendeth nothing, you figure and liken the little
world, which is man, you will find in him a terrible
justling coil and clutter. The head will not
lend the sight of his eyes to guide the feet and hands;
the legs will refuse to bear up the body; the hands
will leave off working any more for the rest of the
members; the heart will be weary of its continual motion
for the beating of the pulse, and will no longer lend
his assistance; the lungs will withdraw the use of
their bellows; the liver will desist from convoying
any more blood through the veins for the good of the
whole; the bladder will not be indebted to the kidneys,
so that the urine thereby will be totally stopped.
The brains, in the interim, considering this unnatural
course, will fall into a raving dotage, and withhold
all feeling from the sinews and motion from the muscles.
Briefly, in such a world without order and array,
owing nothing, lending nothing, and borrowing nothing,
you would see a more dangerous conspiration than that
which Aesop exposed in his Apologue. Such a
world will perish undoubtedly; and not only perish,
but perish very quickly. Were it Aesculapius
himself, his body would immediately rot, and the chafing
soul, full of indignation, take its flight to all the
devils of hell after my money.
Panurge continueth his discourse in the praise of
borrowers and lenders.
On the contrary, be pleased to represent unto your
fancy another world, wherein everyone lendeth and
everyone oweth, all are debtors and all creditors.
O how great will that harmony be, which shall thereby
result from the regular motions of the heavens!
Methinks I hear it every whit as well as ever Plato
did. What sympathy will there be amongst the
elements! O how delectable then unto nature will
be our own works and productions! Whilst Ceres
appeareth laden with corn, Bacchus with wines, Flora
with flowers, Pomona with fruits, and Juno fair in
a clear air, wholesome and pleasant. I lose
myself in this high contemplation.