they might learn the whole art of it, and afterwards be enabled to be
masters in it, by a moderate stock, I cannot doubt but that we should see
as many aldermen’s estates made in the country as now we do out of all
kind of merchandising in the city. There are as many ways to be rich;
and, which is better, there is no possibility to be poor, without such
negligence as can neither have excuse nor pity; for a little ground will,
without question, feed a little family, and the superfluities of life
(which are now in some cases by custom made almost necessary) must be
supplied out of the superabundance of art and industry, or contemned by
as great a degree of philosophy. As for the necessity of this art, it is
evident enough, since this can live without all others, and no one other
without this. This is like speech, without which the society of men
cannot be preserved; the others like figures and tropes of speech which
serve only to adorn it. Many nations have lived, and some do still,
without any art but this; not so elegantly, I confess, but still they
have; and almost all the other arts which are here practised are
beholding to them for most of their materials. The innocence of this
life is in the next thing for which I commend it, and if husbandmen
preserve not that, they are much to blame, for no men are so free from
the temptations of iniquity. They live by what they can get by industry
from the earth, and others by what they can catch by craft from men.
They live upon an estate given them by their mother, and others upon an
estate cheated from their brethren. They live like sheep and kine, by
the allowances of Nature, and others like wolves and foxes by the
acquisitions of rapine; and, I hope, I may affirm (without any offence to
the great) that sheep and kine are very useful, and that wolves and foxes
are pernicious creatures. They are, without dispute, of all men the most
quiet and least apt to be inflamed to the disturbance of the
commonwealth; their manner of life inclines them, and interest binds
them, to love peace. In our late mad and miserable civil wars, all other
trades, even to the meanest, set forth whole troops, and raised up some
great commanders, who became famous and mighty for the mischiefs they had
done. But I do not remember the name of any one husbandman who had so
considerable a share in the twenty years’ ruin of his country, as to
deserve the curses of his countrymen; and if great delights be joined
with so much innocence, I think it is ill done of men not to take them
here where they are so tame and ready at hand, rather than hunt for them
in courts and cities, where they are so wild and the chase so troublesome
and dangerous.
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