second, and so to the end of the chapter.  The letters of this age consist more in fine edges and prefaces than in matter.  Just as I had rather write two letters than close and fold up one, and always assign that employment to some other, so, when the real business of my letter is dispatched, I would with all my heart transfer it to another hand to add those long harangues, offers, and prayers, that we place at the bottom, and should be glad that some new custom would discharge us of that trouble; as also of superscribing them with a long legend of qualities and titles, which for fear of mistakes, I have often not written at all, and especially to men of the long robe and finance; there are so many new offices, such a dispensation and ordering of titles of honour, that ’tis hard to set them forth aright yet, being so dearly bought, they are neither to be altered nor forgotten without offence.  I find it equally in bad taste to encumber the fronts and inscriptions of the books we commit to the press with such.

CHAPTER XL

That the relish for good and evil depends in great measure upon the opinion we have of them

Men (says an ancient Greek sentence)—­[Manual of Epictetus, c. 10.]—­ are tormented with the opinions they have of things and not by the things themselves.  It were a great victory obtained for the relief of our miserable human condition, could this proposition be established for certain and true throughout.  For if evils have no admission into us but by the judgment we ourselves make of them, it should seem that it is, then, in our own power to despise them or to turn them to good.  If things surrender themselves to our mercy, why do we not convert and accommodate them to our advantage?  If what we call evil and torment is neither evil nor torment of itself, but only that our fancy gives it that quality, it is in us to change it, and it being in our own choice, if there be no constraint upon us, we must certainly be very strange fools to take arms for that side which is most offensive to us, and to give sickness, want, and contempt a bitter and nauseous taste, if it be in our power to give them a pleasant relish, and if, fortune simply providing the matter, ’tis for us to give it the form.  Now, that what we call evil is not so of itself, or at least to that degree that we make it, and that it depends upon us to give it another taste and complexion (for all comes to one), let us examine how that can be maintained.