gravity and wisdom;⸺ Monopolus , my politician— Didius , my counsel; Kysarcius , my friend;— Phutatorius , my guide;⸺ Gastripheres , the preserver of my life; Somnolentius , the balm and repose of it⸺not forgetting all others, as well sleeping as waking, ecclesiastical as civil, whom for brevity, but out of no resentment to you, I lump all together.⸻Believe me, right worthy,
My most zealous wish and fervent prayer in your behalf, and in my own too, in case the thing is not done already for us⸺is, that the great gifts and endowments both of wit and judgment, with everything which usually goes along with them⸻such as memory, fancy, genius, eloquence, quick parts, and whatnot, may this precious moment, without stint or measure, let or hindrance, be poured down warm as each of us could bear it—scum and sediment and all (for I would not have a drop lost) into the several receptacles, cells, cellules, domiciles, dormitories, refectories, and spare places of our brains⸻in such sort, that they might continue to be injected and tunn’d into, according to the true intent and meaning of my wish, until every vessel of them, both great and small, be so replenish’d, saturated, and filled up therewith, that no more, would it save a man’s life, could possibly be got either in or out.
Bless us!—what noble work we should make!⸺how should I tickle it off!⸺and what spirits should I find myself in, to be writing away for such readers!⸺and you—just heaven!⸺with what raptures would you sit and read—but oh!—’tis too much⸺I am sick⸺I faint away deliciously at the thoughts of it—’tis more than nature can bear!—lay hold of me⸺I am giddy—I am stone blind—I’m dying—I am gone.—Help! Help! Help!—But hold—I grow something better again, for I am beginning to foresee, when this is over, that as we shall all of us continue to be great wits—we should never agree amongst ourselves, one day to an end:⸺there would be so much satire and sarcasm⸺scoffing and flouting, with raillying and reparteeing of it—thrusting