Without Philosophy, we should be little above the animals that dig
or erect their habitations, prepare their food in them, take care of their
little ones in their dwellings, and have, besides, the good fortune, which
we have not, of being born ready-clothed.
Article Antiguity, Vol. 1. p. 177.
How charming is divine Philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns,
MILTON'S Comos, Scene 2.
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