The Adventurous Simplicissimus: being the description of the Life of a Strange vagabond named Melchior Sternfels von FuchshaimGrimmelshausen, Hans Jakob Christoph von
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The Adventurous Simplicissimus: being the description of the Life of a Strange vagabond named Melchior Sternfels von Fuchshaim
Grimmelshausen, Hans Jakob Christoph von
German fiction -- Translations into English; Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
fame: for he too could shew thirty-three scars, without counting that
he once did alone save the capitol with all its treasures from the
French. What of Hercules the Strong and Theseus and the rest, whose
undying praise it is well-nigh impossible both to describe and to tell
of? Should not these be honoured in their descendants? But I will pass
over war and weapons and turn to the arts, which, though they seem to
make less noise in the world, yet do achieve great fame for the masters
of them. What skill do we find in Zeuxis, which by his ingenious brain
and skilful hand did deceive the very birds of the air; and likewise in
Apelles, who did paint a Venus so natural, so fine, so exquisite, and
in all features so nice and so delicate that all bachelors did fall in
love with her! Doth not Plutarch tell us how Archimedes did draw with
one hand and by a single rope through the midst of the marketplace at
Syracuse a great ship laden with merchants' ware as if he had but led a
packhorse by the bridle? which thing not twenty oxen, to say nothing of
two hundred calves like thee, could have effected. And should not this
honest craftsman be endowed with a title of honour fitted to his art?
This Archimedes made a mirror wherewith he could set on fire an enemy's
warship in mid-sea. And who would not praise him which first did invent
letters? Yea, who would not exalt him far above all artists who devised
the noble and, for all the world, useful art of printing? If Ceres was
accounted a goddess because she is said to have invented agriculture
and the grinding of corn, why were it not fair that others should have
their praise with titles of honour allowed them? Yet in truth it
mattereth little whether thou, thou stupid calf, canst take such things
into thy unreasoning bullock's brain or not. For 'tis with thee as with
the dog which lay in the manger and would not let the ox eat of the
hay, yet could not enjoy the same himself: thou art capable of no
honour, and for that very cause thou grudgest such to those that do
deserve it."
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