Part 6 (2/2)

_Scaliger._ I know three things: wine, poetry, and the world.

_Montaigne._ You know one too many, then. I hardly know whether I know anything about poetry; for I like Clem Marot better than Ronsard.

Ronsard is so plaguily stiff and stately, where there is no occasion for it; I verily do think the man must have slept with his wife in a cuira.s.s.

_Scaliger._ It pleases me greatly that you like Marot. His versions of the Psalms is lately set to music, and added to the New Testament of Geneva.

_Montaigne._ It is putting a slice of honeycomb into a barrel of vinegar, which will never grow the sweeter for it.

_Scaliger._ Surely, you do not think in this fas.h.i.+on of the New Testament!

_Montaigne._ Who supposes it? Whatever is mild and kindly is there.

But Jack Calvin has thrown bird-lime and vitriol upon it, and whoever but touches the cover dirties his fingers or burns them.

_Scaliger._ Calvin is a very great man, I do a.s.sure you, M. de Montaigne.

_Montaigne._ I do not like your great men who beckon me to them, call me their begotten, their dear child, and their entrails; and, if I happen to say on any occasion, 'I beg leave, sir, to dissent a little from you,' stamp and cry, 'The devil you do!' and whistle to the executioner.

_Scaliger._ You exaggerate, my worthy friend!

_Montaigne._ Exaggerate do I, M. de l'Escale? What was it he did the other day to the poor devil there with an odd name?--Melancthon, I think it is.

_Scaliger._ I do not know: I have received no intelligence of late from Geneva.

_Montaigne._ It was but last night that our curate rode over from Lyons (he made two days of it, as you may suppose) and supped with me.

He told me that Jack had got his old friend hanged and burned. I could not join him in the joke, for I find none such in the New Testament, on which he would have founded it; and, if it is one, it is not in my manner or to my taste.

_Scaliger._ I cannot well believe the report, my dear sir. He was rather urgent, indeed, on the combustion of the heretic Michael Servetus some years past.

_Montaigne._ A thousand to one, my spiritual guide mistook the name.

He has heard of both, I warrant him, and thinks in his conscience that either is as good a roast as the other.

_Scaliger._ Theologians are proud and intolerant, and truly the farthest of all men from theology, if theology means the rational sense of religion, or indeed has anything to do with it in any way.

Melancthon was the very best of the reformers; quiet, sedate, charitable, intrepid, firm in friends.h.i.+p, ardent in faith, acute in argument, and profound in learning.

_Montaigne._ Who cares about his argumentation or his learning, if he was the rest?

_Scaliger._ I hope you will suspend your judgment on this affair until you receive some more certain and positive information.

_Montaigne._ I can believe it of the Sieur Calvin.

_Scaliger._ I cannot. John Calvin is a grave man, orderly and reasonable.

_Montaigne._ In my opinion he has not the order nor the reason of my cook. Mat never took a man for a sucking-pig, cleaning and sc.r.a.ping and b.u.t.tering and roasting him; nor ever twitched G.o.d by the sleeve and swore He should not have His own way.

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