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The Anatomy of Melancholy

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By Counsel and Persuasion, the Foulness of the Deed, the Faults of Men And…

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to be admired for her person, a most incomparable, unmatchable peece, aurea proles, ad simulachrum alicuius numinis composita, a Phœnix, vernantis ætatulæ Venerilla, a Nymph, a Fairy, like Venus her self when she was a maid, nulli secunda, a meer quintessence, flores spirans & amaracum, fœminæ prodigium: Put case she be, how long will she continue?

Florem decoris singuli carpunt dies:

Every day detracts from her person, and this beauty is bonum fragile, a meer flash, a Venice glass, quickly broken,

Anceps forma bonum mortalibus, —— exigui donum breve temporis,

it will not last. As that fair flower Adonis, which we call an Anemony, flourisheth but one month, this gracious all commanding beauty fades in an instant. It is a jewell soon lost, the painters Goddesse, falsa veritas, a mere picture. Favour is deceitfull, and beauty is vanity, Prov. 31. 30.

Vitrea gemmula, fluxaq; bullula, candida forma est, Nix, Rosa, ros, fumus, ventus & aura, nihil.A brittle Jem, bubble, is beauty pale, A Rose, dew, snow, smoke, winde, air, naught at all.

If she be fair, as the saying is, she is commonly a fool: if proud, scornfull, sequiturq; superbia formam, or dishonest, rara est concordia formæ atq; pudicitiæ, can she be fair and honest too? Aristo the son of Agesicles married a Spartan lass, the fairest Lady in all Greece next to Helen, but for her conditions the most abominable, and beastly creature of the world.

So that I would wish thee to respect, with Seneca, not her person but qualities. Will you say that’s a good blade which hath a guilded scabbard, imbroidered with gold, and Jewels? No, but that which hath a good edge and point, well tempered mettle, able to resist.

This beauty is of the body alone, and what is that, but as Gregory Nazianzen telleth us, A mock of time and sickness? or as Boëthius, as mutable as a flowre, and ’tis not nature so makes us, but most part the infirmity of the beholder.

For ask another, he sees no such matter: Dic mihi per gratias qualis tibi videtur, I pray thee tell me how thou likest my sweet-heart, as she asked her sister in Aristænætus, whom I so much admire, me thinks he is the sweetest gentleman, the properest man that ever I saw: but I am in love, I confess, (nec pudet fateri) and cannot therefore well judge.

But be she fair indeed, golden-haired, as Anacreon his Bathillus, (to examine particulars) she have

Flammeolos oculos, collaq; lacteola,

a pure sanguine complexion, little mouth, corall lips, white teeth, soft and plump neck, body, hands, feet, all fair and lovely to behold, composed of all graces, elegances, an absolute piece,

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admirable in her appearance, an utterly incomparable, matchless creature, “a golden offspring, fashioned in the likeness of some divinity, a phoenix, a little Venus in the bloom of youth,” a nymph, a fairy, like Venus herself when she was a maiden, “second to none,” perfection distilled, “breathing flowers and marjoram, a wonder of a woman.” Suppose she is: how long will she remain so?

Each passing day plucks away the flower of beauty.

Every day takes something from her appearance; this beauty is “a fragile good,” a mere flash, a Venetian glass, quickly broken,

Beauty is a doubtful blessing for mortals, A brief gift of a little time.

It will not last. As that beautiful flower of Adonis, which we call an anemone, blooms for only a month, so this graceful, all-commanding beauty fades in an instant. It is a jewel soon lost, the painter’s goddess, “a false truth,” a mere picture. “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting,” Proverbs 31:30.

Fair beauty is a little glass jewel, a passing bubble, Snow, a rose, dew, smoke, wind and a breeze—nothing.

Pale beauty is a brittle gem, a bubble, A rose, dew, snow, smoke, wind, air—nothing at all.

If she is beautiful, as the saying goes, she is commonly a fool; if proud, she is scornful, “and pride follows beauty”; or she is unchaste, for “beauty and chastity seldom agree.” Can she be beautiful and chaste too? Ariston, son of Agesicles, married a Spartan girl, the most beautiful woman in all Greece after Helen, but in character the most abominable, beastly creature in the world.

So I would have you follow Seneca in valuing her qualities rather than her appearance. Will you call a blade good because it has a gilded scabbard, decorated with gold and jewels? No: call it good if it has a good edge and point, well-tempered metal and the strength to withstand resistance.

This beauty belongs to the body alone; and what is it but, as Gregory Nazianzen tells us, “the plaything of time and sickness”? Or, as Boethius says, “as changeable as a flower”; it is not nature that makes us seem so, but chiefly the weakness of the beholder.

Ask someone else: he sees nothing of the sort. “Please tell me what you think of him”—tell me, I beg you, how you like my sweetheart, as the woman in Aristaenetus asked her sister: “I admire him so much; I think he is the sweetest gentleman, the handsomest man I ever saw. But I am in love, I confess”—“and I am not ashamed to admit it”—“so I cannot judge properly.”

But suppose she is truly beautiful, golden-haired like Anacreon’s Bathyllus; to examine the details, suppose she has

Little fiery eyes and a milk-white neck,

a clear, rosy complexion, a little mouth, coral lips, white teeth, a soft, plump neck, body, hands and feet, all beautiful and lovely to look at, made up of every grace and elegance, a perfect creation,

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About This Reading Edition

Robert Burton’s Anatomy ranges across medicine, philosophy, poetry, religion, and everyday life in its inquiry into melancholy. This complete parallel edition pairs the 1651 English text with a close modern English rendering, preserving the three Partitions, Democritus Junior’s address to the reader, verse, and the historical index.

Historical Text and Translation

The historical text follows the sixth edition, printed at Oxford for Henry Cripps in 1651, using the McGill University Library copy. The supplied edition documents missing printed pages 98–99 supplied from another 1651 copy at the Bavarian State Library. Historical folio labels and their irregularities remain visible; web reader numbers identify reflowed passages and do not claim to reproduce PDF pagination.

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