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The Philobiblon of Richard de Bury.................................................................................................................1

IX How, although we preferred the works of the ancients, we have not condemned the studies of the moderns

XVIII Showeth that we have collected so great store of books for the common benefit of scholars and not

Richard de Bury (12811345), so called from being born near Bury St. Edmunds, was the son of Sir Richard

Aungerville. He studied at Oxford; and was subsequently chosen to be tutor to Prince Edward of Windsor,

afterwards Edward III. His loyalty to the cause of Queen Isabella and the Prince involved him in danger. On

the accession of his pupil he was made successively Cofferer, Treasurer of the Wardrobe, Archdeacon of

Northampton, Prebendary of Lincoln, Sarum, and Lichfield, Keeper of the Privy Purse, Ambassador on two

occasions to Pope John XXII, who appointed him a chaplain of the papal chapel, Dean of Wells, and

ultimately, at the end of the year 1333, Bishop of Durham; the King and Queen, the King of Scots, and all the

magnates north of the Trent, together with a multitude of nobles and many others, were present at his

enthronization. It is noteworthy that during his stay at Avignon, probably in 1330, he made the acquaintance

of Petrarch, who has left us a brief account of their intercourse. In 1332 Richard visited Cambridge, as one of

the King's commissioners, to inquire into the state of the King's Scholars there, and perhaps then became a

member of the Gild of St. Maryone of the two gilds which founded Corpus Christi College.

In 1334 he became High Chancellor of England, and Treasurer in 1336, resigning the former office in 1335,

so that he might help the King in dealing with affairs abroad and in Scotland, and took a most distinguished

part in diplomatic negociations between England and France. In 1339 he was again in his bishopric.

Thereafter his name occurs often among those appointed to treat of peace with Philip of France, and with

Bruce of Scotland. It appears that he was not in Parliament in 1344. Wasted by long sicknesslonga

infirmitate decoctuson the 14th of April, 1345, Richard de Bury died at Auckland, and was buried in

According to the concluding note, the Philobiblon was completed on the bishop's fiftyeighth birthday, the

24th of January, 1345, so that even though weakened by illness, Richard must have been actively engaged in

his literary efforts to the very end of his generous and noble life. His enthusiastic devoted biographer

Chambre[1] gives a vivid account of the bishop's bookloving propensities, supplementary to what can be

gathered from the Philobiblon itself. Iste summe delectabatur in multitudine librorum; he had more books, as

was commonly reported, than all the other English bishops put together. He had a separate library in each of

his residences, and wherever he was residing, so many books lay about his bedchamber, that it was hardly

possible to stand or move without treading upon them. All the time he could spare from business was devoted

either to religious offices or to his books. Every day while at table he would have a book read to him, unless

some special guest were present, and afterwards would engage in discussion on the subject of the reading.

The haughty Anthony Bec delighted in the appendages of royaltyto be addressed by nobles kneeling, and

to be waited on in his presencechamber and at his table by Knights bareheaded and standing; but De Bury

loved to surround himself with learned scholars. Among these were such men as Thomas Bradwardine,

afterwards Archbishop of Canterbury, and author of the De Causa Dei; Richard Fitzralph, afterwards

Archbishop of Armagh, and famous for his hostility to the mendicant orders; Walter Burley, who dedicated to

him a translation of the Politics of Aristototle made at his suggestion; John Mauduit, the astronomer; Robert

Holkot, author of many books; Richard de Kilvington; Richard Benworth, afterwards Bishop of London; and

[1] Cp. Surtees Society's edition of Scriptores Tres; also Wharton's Anglia Sacra.

[2] An unsuccessful attempt has been made to transfer the authorship of the book to Robert Holkot. Various

theories have been advanced against Richard's claims. It is noteworthy that his contemporary Adam

Murimuth disparages him as "mediocriter literatus, volens tamen magnus clericus reputari," but such

disparagement must be taken with the utmost caution. The really difficult fact to be accounted for is the

In the Philobiblon, Richard de Bury frankly and clearly describes his means and method of collecting books.

Anyhow his object was clearly not selfish. The treatise contains his rules for the library of the new College at

OxfordDurham College (where Trinity College now stands)which he practically founded, though his

successor, Bishop Hatfield, carried the scheme into effect. It is traditionally reported that Richard's books

were sent, in his lifetime or after his death, to the house of the Durham Benedictines at Oxford, and there

remained until the dissolution of the College by Henry VIII., when they were dispersed, some going into

Duke Humphrey's (the University) library, others to Balliol College, and the remainder passing into the hands

[3] Mr. J. W. Clark puts the matter as follows:"Durham College, maintained by the Benedictines of

Durham, was supplied with books from the motherhouse, lists of which have been preserved; and

subsequently a library was built there to contain the collection bequeathed in 1345 by Richard de Bury" (The

Care of Books, p. 142). Mr. Thomas points out that De Bury's executors sold at least some portion of his

books; and, moreover, his biographer says nothing of a library at Oxford. Possibly the scheme was never

carried out. In the British Museum (Roy. 13 D. iv. 3) is a large folio MS. of the works of John of Salisbury,

Unfortunately, the "special catalogue" of his books prepared by Richard has not come down to us; but "from

his own book and from the books cited in the works of his friends and housemates, who may reasonably be

supposed to have drawn largely from the bishop's collection, it would be possible to restore a hypothetical but

not improbable Bibliotheca Ricardi de Bury. The difficulty would be with that contemporary literature, which

they would think below the dignity of quotation, but which we know the Bishop collected."

The book was first printed at Cologne in 1473, at Spires in 1483, and at Paris in 1500. The first English

edition appeared in 15989, edited by Thomas James, Bodley's first librarian. Other editions appeared in

Germany in 1610, 1614, 1674 and 1703; at Paris in 1856; at Albany in 1861. The texts were, with the

exception of those issued in 1483 and 1599, based on the 1473 edition; though the French edition and

translation of 1856, prepared by M. Cocheris, claimed to be a critical version, it left the text untouched, and

merely gave the various readings of the three Paris manuscripts at the foot of the pages; these readings are

moreover badly chosen, and the faults of the version are further to be referred to the use of the ill printed

In 1832 there appeared an anonymous English translation, now known to have been by J. B. Inglis; it

Mr. E. C. Thomas' Text.The first true text of the Philobiblon, the result of a careful examination of

twentyeight MSS., and of the various printed editions, appeared in the year 1888:

"The Philobiblon of Richard de Bury, Bishop of Durham, Treasurer and Chancellor of Edward III, edited and

translated by Ernest C. Thomas, Barrister atlaw, late Scholar of Trinity College, Oxford, and Librarian of

For fifteen years the enthusiastic editoran ideal Bibliophilehad toiled at his labour of love, and his work

was on all sides received with the recognition due to his monumental achievement. To the great loss of

English learning, he did not long survive the conclusion of his labours. The very limited edition of the work

was soon exhausted, and it is by the most generous permission of his father, Mr. John Thomas, of Lower

Broughton, Manchester, that the translationthe only trustworthy rendering of Richard de Bury's precious

treatiseis now, for the first time, made accessible to the larger bookloving public, and fittingly

inaugurates the present series of English classics. The general Editor desires to express his best thanks to Mr.

John Thomas, as also to Messrs. Kegan Paul, for their kindness in allowing him to avail himself of the

materials included in the 1888 edition of the work. He has attempted, in the brief Preface and Notes, to

condense Mr. Thomas' labours in such a way as would have been acceptable to the lamented scholar, and

though he has made bold to explain some few textual difficulties, and to add some few references, he would

fain hope that these additions have been made with modest cautionwith the reverence due to the unstinted

toil of a Bibliophile after Richard de Bury's own pattern. Yet once again Richard de Bury's Philobiblon,

edited and translated into English by E. C. Thomas, is presented to new generations of booklovers:

To all the faithful of Christ to whom the tenor of these presents may come, Richard de Bury, by the divine

mercy Bishop of Durham, wisheth everlasting salvation in the Lord and to present continually a pious

What shall I render unto the Lord for all His benefits towards me? asks the most devout Psalmist, an

invincible King and first among the prophets; in which most grateful question he approves himself a willing

thankofferer, a multifarious debtor, and one who wishes for a holier counsellor than himself: agreeing with

Aristotle, the chief of philosophers, who shows (in the 3rd and 6th books of his Ethics) that all action depends

And indeed if so wonderful a prophet, having a foreknowledge of divine secrets, wished so anxiously to

consider how he might gratefully repay the blessings graciously bestowed, what can we fitly do, who are but

rude thanksgivers and most greedy receivers, laden with infinite divine benefits? Assuredly we ought with

anxious deliberation and abundant consideration, having first invoked the Sevenfold Spirit, that it may burn

in our musings as an illuminating fire, fervently to prepare a way without hinderance, that the bestower of all

things may be cheerfully worshipped in return for the gifts that He has bestowed, that our neighbour may be

relieved of his burden, and that the guilt contracted by sinners every day may be redeemed by the atonement

Forewarned therefore through the admonition of the Psalmist's devotion by Him who alone prevents and

perfects the goodwill of man, without Whom we have no power even so much as to think, and Whose gift we

doubt not it is, if we have done anything good, we have diligently inquired and considered in our own heart

as well as with others, what among the good offices of various works of piety would most please the

Almighty, and would be more beneficial to the Church Militant. And lo! there soon occurred to our

contemplation a host of unhappy, nay, rather of elect scholars, in whom God the Creator and Nature His

handmaid planted the roots of excellent morals and of famous sciences, but whom the poverty of their

circumstances so oppressed that before the frown of adverse fortune the seeds of excellence, so fruitful in the

cultivated field of youth, not being watered by the rain that they require, are forced to wither away. Thus it

happens that "bright virtue lurks buried in obscurity," to use the words of Boethius, and burning lights are not

put under a bushel, but for want of oil are utterly extinguished. Thus the field, so full of flower in Spring, has

withered up before harvest time; thus wheat degenerates to tares, and vines into the wild vines, and thus

olives run into the wild olive; the tender stems rot away altogether, and those who might have grown up into

strong pillars of the Church, being endowed with the capacity of a subtle intellect, abandon the schools of

learning. With poverty only as their stepmother, they are repelled violently from the nectared cup of

philosophy as soon as they have tasted of it and have become more fiercely thirsty by the very taste. Though

fit for the liberal arts and disposed to study the sacred writings alone, being deprived of the aid of their

friends, by a kind of apostasy they return to the mechanical arts solely to gain a livelihood, to the loss of the

Church and the degradation of the whole clergy. Thus Mother Church conceiving sons is compelled to

miscarry, nay, some misshapen monster is born untimely from her womb, and for lack of that little with

which Nature is contented, she loses excellent pupils, who might afterwards become champions and athletes

of the faith. Alas, how suddenly the woof is cut, while the hand of the weaver is beginning his work! Alas,

how the sun is eclipsed in the brightness of the dawn, and the planet in its course is hurled backwards, and,

while it bears the nature and likeness of a star suddenly drops and becomes a meteor! What more piteous

sight can the pious man behold? What can more sharply stir the bowels of his pity? What can more easily

melt a heart hard as an anvil into hot tears? On the other hand, let us recall from past experience how much it

has profited the whole Christian commonwealth, not indeed to enervate students with the delights of a

Sardanapalus or the riches of a Croesus, but rather to support them in their poverty with the frugal means that

become the scholar. How many have we seen with our eyes, how many have we read of in books, who,

distinguished by no pride of birth, and rejoicing in no rich inheritance, but supported only by the piety of the

good, have made their way to apostolic chairs, have most worthily presided over faithful subjects, have bent

the necks of the proud and lofty to the ecclesiastical yoke and have extended further the liberties of the

Accordingly, having taken a survey of human necessities in every direction, with a view to bestow our charity

upon them, our compassionate inclinations have chosen to bear pious aid to this calamitous class of men, in

whom there is nevertheless such hope of advantage to the Church, and to provide for them, not only in

respect of things necessary to their support, but much more in respect of the books so useful to their studies.

To this end, most acceptable in the sight of God, our attention has long been unweariedly devoted. This

ecstatic love has carried us away so powerfully, that we have resigned all thoughts of other earthly things,

and have given ourselves up to a passion for acquiring books. That our intent and purpose, therefore, may be

known to posterity as well as to our contemporaries, and that we may for ever stop the perverse tongues of

gossipers as far as we are concerned, we have published a little treatise written in the lightest style of the

moderns; for it is ridiculous to find a slight matter treated of in a pompous style. And this treatise (divided

into twenty chapters) will clear the love we have had for books from the charge of excess, will expound the

purpose of our intense devotion, and will narrate more clearly than light all the circumstances of our

undertaking. And because it principally treats of the love of books, we have chosen, after the fashion of the

The desirable treasure of wisdom and science, which all men desire by an instinct of nature, infinitely

surpasses all the riches of the world; in respect of which precious stones are worthless; in comparison with

which silver is as clay and pure gold is as a little sand; at whose splendour the sun and moon are dark to look

upon; compared with whose marvellous sweetness honey and manna are bitter to the taste. O value of

wisdom that fadeth not away with time, virtue ever flourishing, that cleanseth its possessor from all venom!

O heavenly gift of the divine bounty, descending from the Father of lights, that thou mayest exalt the rational

soul to the very heavens! Thou art the celestial nourishment of the intellect, which those who eat shall still

hunger and those who drink shall still thirst, and the gladdening harmony of the languishing soul which he

that hears shall never be confounded. Thou art the moderator and rule of morals, which he who follows shall

not sin. By thee kings reign and princes decree justice. By thee, rid of their native rudeness, their minds and

tongues being polished, the thorns of vice being torn up by the roots, those men attain high places of honour,

and become fathers of their country, and companions of princes, who without thee would have melted their

spears into pruninghooks and ploughshares, or would perhaps be feeding swine with the prodigal.

Where dost thou chiefly lie hidden, O most elect treasure! and where shall thirsting souls discover thee?

Certes, thou hast placed thy tabernacle in books, where the Most High, the Light of lights, the Book of Life,

has established thee. There everyone who asks receiveth thee, and everyone who seeks finds thee, and to

everyone that knocketh boldly it is speedily opened. Therein the cherubim spread out their wings, that the

intellect of the students may ascend and look from pole to pole, from the east and west, from the north and

from the south. Therein the mighty and incomprehensible God Himself is apprehensibly contained and

worshipped; therein is revealed the nature of things celestial, terrestrial, and infernal; therein are discerned the

laws by which every state is administered, the offices of the celestial hierarchy are distinguished, and the

tyrannies of demons described, such as neither the ideas of Plato transcend, nor the chair of Crato contained.

In books I find the dead as if they were alive; in books I foresee things to come; in books warlike affairs are

set forth; from books come forth the laws of peace. All things are corrupted and decay in time; Saturn ceases

not to devour the children that he generates; all the glory of the world would be buried in oblivion, unless

Alexander, the conqueror of the earth, Julius, the invader of Rome and of the world, who, the first in war and

arts, assumed universal empire under his single rule, faithful Fabricius and stern Cato, would now have been

unknown to fame, if the aid of books had been wanting. Towers have been razed to the ground; cities have

been overthrown; triumphal arches have perished from decay; nor can either pope or king find any means of

more easily conferring the privilege of perpetuity than by books. The book that he has made renders its author

this service in return, that so long as the book survives its author remains immortal and cannot die, as

Ptolemy declares in the Prologue to his Almagest: He is not dead, he says, who has given life to science.

Who therefore will limit by anything of another kind the price of the infinite treasure of books, from which

the scribe who is instructed bringeth forth things new and old? Truth that triumphs over all things, which

overcomes the king, wine, and women, which it is reckoned holy to honour before friendship, which is the

way without turning and the life without end, which holy Boethius considers to be threefold in thought,

speech, and writing, seems to remain more usefully and to fructify to greater profit in books. For the meaning

of the voice perishes with the sound; truth latent in the mind is wisdom that is hid and treasure that is not

seen; but truth which shines forth in books desires to manifest itself to every impressionable sense. It

commends itself to the sight when it is read, to the hearing when it is heard, and moreover in a manner to the

touch, when it suffers itself to be transcribed, bound, corrected, and preserved. The undisclosed truth of the

mind, although it is the possession of the noble soul, yet because it lacks a companion, is not certainly known

to be delightful, while neither sight nor hearing takes account of it. Further the truth of the voice is patent

only to the ear and eludes the sight, which reveals to us more of the qualities of things, and linked with the

subtlest of motions begins and perishes as it were in a breath. But the written truth of books, not transient but

permanent, plainly offers itself to be observed, and by means of the pervious spherules of the eyes, passing

through the vestibule of perception and the courts of imagination, enters the chamber of intellect, taking its

Finally we must consider what pleasantness of teaching there is in books, how easy, how secret! How safely

we lay bare the poverty of human ignorance to books without feeling any shame! They are masters who

instruct us without rod or ferule, without angry words, without clothes or money. If you come to them they

are not asleep; if you ask and inquire of them they do not withdraw themselves; they do not chide if you make

mistakes; they do not laugh at you if you are ignorant. O books, who alone are liberal and free, who give to

all who ask of you and enfranchise all who serve you faithfully! By how many thousand types are ye

commended to learned men in the Scriptures given us by inspiration of God! For ye are the minds of

profoundest wisdom, to which the wise man sends his son that he may dig out treasures: Prov. ii. Ye are the

wells of living waters, which father Abraham first digged, Isaac digged again, and which the Philistines strive

to fill up: Gen. xxvi. Ye are indeed the most delightful ears of corn, full of grain, to be rubbed only by

apostolic hands, that the sweetest food may be produced for hungry souls: Matt. xii. Ye are the golden pots in

which manna is stored, and rocks flowing with honey, nay, combs of honey, most plenteous udders of the

milk of life, garners ever full; ye are the tree of life and the fourfold river of Paradise, by which the human

mind is nourished, and the thirsty intellect is watered and refreshed. Ye are the ark of Noah and the ladder of

Jacob, and the troughs by which the young of those who look therein are coloured; ye are the stones of

testimony and the pitchers holding the lamps of Gideon, the scrip of David, from which the smoothest stones

are taken for the slaying of Goliath. Ye are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of the soldiers of the

Church with which to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked, fruitful olives, vines of Engadi, figtrees that

are never barren, burning lamps always to be held in readinessand all the noblest comparisons of Scripture

Since the degree of affection a thing deserves depends upon the degree of its value, and the previous chapter

shows that the value of books is unspeakable, it is quite clear to the reader what is the probable conclusion

from this. I say probable, for in moral science we do not insist upon demonstration, remembering that the

educated man seeks such degree of certainty as he perceives the subjectmatter will bear, as Aristotle testifies

in the first book of his Ethics. For Tully does not appeal to Euclid, nor does Euclid rely upon Tully. This at

all events we endeavour to prove, whether by logic or rhetoric, that all riches and all delights whatsoever

yield place to books in the spiritual mind, wherein the Spirit which is charity ordereth charity. Now in the

first place, because wisdom is contained in books more than all mortals understand, and wisdom thinks

lightly of riches, as the foregoing chapter declares. Furthermore, Aristotle, in his Problems, determines the

question, why the ancients proposed prizes to the stronger in gymnastic and corporeal contests, but never

awarded any prize for wisdom. This question he solves as follows: In gymnastic exercises the prize is better

and more desirable than that for which it is bestowed; but it is certain that nothing is better than wisdom:

wherefore no prize could be assigned for wisdom. And therefore neither riches nor delights are more

excellent than wisdom. Again, only the fool will deny that friendship is to be preferred to riches, since the

wisest of men testifies this; but the chief of philosophers honours truth before friendship, and the truthful

Zorobabel prefers it to all things. Riches, then, are less than truth. Now truth is chiefly maintained and

contained in holy booksnay, they are written truth itself, since by books we do not now mean the materials

of which they are made. Wherefore riches are less than books, especially as the most precious of all riches are

friends, as Boethius testifies in the second book of his Consolation; to whom the truth of books according to

Aristotle is to be preferred. Moreover, since we know that riches first and chiefly appertain to the support of

the body only, while the virtue of books is the perfection of reason, which is properly speaking the happiness

of man, it appears that books to the man who uses his reason are dearer than riches. Furthermore, that by

which the faith is more easily defended, more widely spread, more clearly preached, ought to be more

desirable to the faithful. But this is the truth written in books, which our Saviour plainly showed, when he

was about to contend stoutly against the Tempter, girding himself with the shield of truth and indeed of

written truth, declaring "it is written" of what he was about to utter with his voice.

And, again, no one doubts that happiness is to be preferred to riches. But happiness consists in the operation

of the noblest and diviner of the faculties that we possesswhen the whole mind is occupied in

contemplating the truth of wisdom, which is the most delectable of all our virtuous activities, as the prince of

philosophers declares in the tenth book of the Ethics, on which account it is that philosophy is held to have

wondrous pleasures in respect of purity and solidity, as he goes on to say. But the contemplation of truth is

never more perfect than in books, where the act of imagination perpetuated by books does not suffer the

operation of the intellect upon the truths that it has seen to suffer interruption. Wherefore books appear to be

the most immediate instruments of speculative delight, and therefore Aristotle, the sun of philosophic truth, in

considering the principles of choice, teaches that in itself to philosophize is more desirable than to be rich,

although in certain cases, as where for instance one is in need of necessaries, it may be more desirable to be

Moreover, since books are the aptest teachers, as the previous chapter assumes, it is fitting to bestow on them

the honour and the affection that we owe to our teachers. In fine, since all men naturally desire to know, and

since by means of books we can attain the knowledge of the ancients, which is to be desired beyond all

riches, what man living according to nature would not feel the desire of books? And although we know that

swine trample pearls under foot, the wise man will not therefore be deterred from gathering the pearls that lie

before him. A library of wisdom, then, is more precious than all wealth, and all things that are desirable

cannot be compared to it. Whoever therefore claims to be zealous of truth, of happiness, of wisdom or

From what has been said we draw this corollary welcome to us, but (as we believe) acceptable to few:

namely, that no dearness of price ought to hinder a man from the buying of books, if he has the money that is

demanded for them, unless it be to withstand the malice of the seller or to await a more favourable

opportunity of buying. For if it is wisdom only that makes the price of books, which is an infinite treasure to

mankind, and if the value of books is unspeakable, as the premises show, how shall the bargain be shown to

be dear where an infinite good is being bought? Wherefore, that books are to be gladly bought and

unwillingly sold, Solomon, the sun of men, exhorts us in the Proverbs: Buy the truth, he says, and sell not

wisdom. But what we are trying to show by rhetoric or logic, let us prove by examples from history. The

archphilosopher Aristotle, whom Averroes regards as the law of Nature, bought a few books of Speusippus

straightway after his death for 72,000 sesterces. Plato, before him in time, but after him in learning, bought

the book of Philolaus the Pythagorean, from which he is said to have taken the Timaeus, for 10,000 denaries,

as Aulus Gellius relates in the Noctes Atticae. Now Aulus Gellius relates this that the foolish may consider

how wise men despise money in comparison with books. And on the other hand, that we may know that folly

and pride go together, let us here relate the folly of Tarquin the Proud in despising books, as also related by

Aulus Gellius. An old woman, utterly unknown, is said to have come to Tarquin the Proud, the seventh king

of Rome, offering to sell nine books, in which (as she declared) sacred oracles were contained, but she asked

an immense sum for them, insomuch that the king said she was mad. In anger she flung three books into the

fire, and still asked the same sum for the rest. When the king refused it, again she flung three others into the

fire and still asked the same price for the three that were left. At last, astonished beyond measure, Tarquin

was glad to pay for three books the same price for which he might have bought nine. The old woman

straightway disappeared, and was never seen before or after. These were the Sibylline books, which the

Romans consulted as a divine oracle by some one of the Quindecemvirs, and this is believed to have been the

origin of the Quindecemvirate. What did this Sibyl teach the proud king by this bold deed, except that the

vessels of wisdom, holy books, exceed all human estimation; and, as Gregory says of the kingdom of

A generation of vipers destroying their own parent and base offspring of the ungrateful cuckoo, who when he

has grown strong slays his nurse, the giver of his strength, are degenerate clerks with regard to books. Bring it

again to mind and consider faithfully what ye receive through books, and ye will find that books are as it

were the creators of your distinction, without which other favourers would have been wanting.

In sooth, while still untrained and helpless ye crept up to us, ye spake as children, ye thought as children, ye

cried as children and begged to be made partakers of our milk. But we being straightway moved by your tears

gave you the breast of grammar to suck, which ye plied continually with teeth and tongue, until ye lost your

native barbarousness and learned to speak with our tongues the mighty things of God. And next we clad you

with the goodly garments of philosophy, rhetoric and dialectic, of which we had and have a store, while ye

were naked as a tablet to be painted on. For all the household of philosophy are clothed with garments, that

the nakedness and rawness of the intellect may be covered. After this, providing you with the fourfold wings

of the quadrivials that ye might be winged like the seraphs and so mount above the cherubim, we sent you to

a friend at whose door, if only ye importunately knocked, ye might borrow the three loaves of the Knowledge

of the Trinity, in which consists the final felicity of every sojourner below. Nay, if ye deny that ye had these

privileges, we boldly declare that ye either lost them by your carelessness, or that through your sloth ye

spurned them when offered to you. If these things seem but a light matter to you, we will add yet greater

things. Ye are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy race, ye are a peculiar people chosen into the lot of

God, ye are priests and ministers of God, nay, ye are called the very Church of God, as though the laity were

not to be called churchmen. Ye, being preferred to the laity, sing psalms and hymns in the chancel, and,

serving the altar and living by the altar, make the true body of Christ, wherein God Himself has honoured you

not only above the laity, but even a little higher than the angels. For to whom of His angels has He said at any

time: Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchisedech? Ye dispense the patrimony of the crucified

one to the poor, wherein it is required of stewards that a man be found faithful. Ye are shepherds of the Lord's

flock, as well in example of life as in the word of doctrine, which is bound to repay you with milk and wool.

Who are the givers of all these things, O clerks? Is it not books? Do ye remember therefore, we pray, how

many and how great liberties and privileges are bestowed upon the clergy through us? In truth, taught by us

who are the vessels of wisdom and intellect, ye ascend the teacher's chair and are called of men Rabbi. By us

ye become marvellous in the eyes of the laity, like great lights in the world, and possess the dignities of the

Church according to your various stations. By us, while ye still lack the first down upon your cheeks, ye are

established in your early years and bear the tonsure on your heads, while the dread sentence of the Church is

heard: Touch not mine anointed and do my prophets no harm, and he who has rashly touched them let him

forthwith by his own blow be smitten violently with the wound of an anathema. At length yielding your lives

to wickedness, reaching the two paths of Pythagoras, ye choose the left branch, and going backward ye let go

the lot of God which ye had first assumed, becoming companions of thieves. And thus ever going from bad to

worse, dyed with theft and murder and manifold impurities, your fame and conscience stained by sins, at the

bidding of justice ye are confined in manacles and fetters, and are kept to be punished by a most shameful

death. Then your friend is put far away, nor is there any to mourn your lot. Peter swears that he knows not the

man: the people cry to the judge: Crucify, crucify Him! If thou let this man go, thou act not Caesar's friend.

Now all refuge has perished, for ye must stand before the judgmentseat, and there is no appeal, but only

hanging is in store for you. While the wretched man's heart is thus filled with woe and only the sorrowing

Muses bedew their cheeks with tears, in his strait is heard on every side the wailing appeal to us, and to avoid

the danger of impending death he shows the slight sign of the ancient tonsure which we bestowed upon him,

begging that we may be called to his aid and bear witness to the privilege bestowed upon him. Then

straightway touched with pity we run to meet the prodigal son and snatch the fugitive slave from the gates of

death. The book he has not forgotten is handed to him to be read, and while with lips stammering with fear he

reads a few words, the power of the judge is loosed, the accuser is withdrawn, and death is put to flight.

O marvellous virtue of an empiric verse! O saving antidote of dreadful ruin! O precious reading of the psalter,

which for this alone deserves to be called the book of life! Let the laity undergo the judgment of the secular

arm, that either sewn up in sacks they may be carried out to Neptune, or planted in the earth may fructify for

Pluto, or may be offered amid the flames as a fattened holocaust to Vulcan, or at least may be hung up as a

victim to Juno: while our nursling at a single reading of the book of life is handed over to the custody of the

Bishop, and rigour is changed to favour, and the forum being transferred from the laity, death is routed by the

But now let us speak of the clerks who are vessels of virtue. Which of you about to preach ascends the pulpit

or the rostrum without in some way consulting us? Which of you enters the schools to teach or to dispute

without relying upon our support? First of all, it behoves you to eat the book with Ezechiel, that the belly of

your memory may be sweetened within, and thus as with the panther refreshed, to whose breath all beasts and

cattle long to approach, the sweet savour of the spices it has eaten may shed a perfume without. Thus our

nature secretly working in our own, listeners hasten up gladly, as the loadstone draws the iron nothing loth.

What an infinite host of books lie at Paris or Athens, and at the same time resound in Britain and in Rome! In

truth, while resting they yet move, and while retaining their own places they are carried about every way to

the minds of listeners. Finally, by the knowledge of literature, we establish Priests, Bishops, Cardinals, and

the Pope, that all things in the ecclesiastical hierarchy may be fitly disposed. For it is from books that

everything of good that befalls the clerical condition takes its origin. But let this suffice: for it pains us to

recall what we have bestowed upon the degenerate clergy, because whatever gifts are distributed to the

Let us next dwell a little on the recital of the wrongs with which they requite us, the contempts and cruelties

of which we cannot recite an example in each kind, nay, scarcely the main classes of the several wrongs. In

the first place, we are expelled by force and arms from the homes of the clergy, which are ours by hereditary

right, who were used to have cells of quietness in the inner chamber, but, alas! in these unhappy times we are

altogether exiled, suffering poverty without the gates. For our places are seized now by dogs, now by hawks,

now by that biped beast whose cohabitation with the clergy was forbidden of old, from which we have always

taught our nurslings to flee more than from the asp and the cockatrice; wherefore she, always jealous of the

love of us, and never to be appeased, at length seeing us in some corner protected only by the web of some

dead spider, with a frown abuses and reviles us with bitter words, declaring us alone of all the furniture in the

house to be unnecessary, and complaining that we are useless for any household purpose, and advises that we

should speedily be converted into rich caps, sendal and silk and twicedyed purple, robes and furs, wool and

linen: and, indeed, not without reason, if she could see our inmost hearts, if she had listened to our secret

counsels, if she had read the book of Theophrastus or Valerius, or only heard the twentyfifth chapter of

And hence it is that we have to mourn for the homes of which we have been unjustly robbed; and as to our

coverings, not that they have not been given to us, but that the coverings anciently given to us have been torn

by violent hands, insomuch that our soul is bowed down to the dust, our belly cleaveth unto the earth. We

suffer from various diseases, enduring pains in our backs and sides; we lie with our limbs unstrung by palsy,

and there is no man who layeth it to heart, and no man who provides a mollifying plaster. Our native

whiteness that was clear with light has turned to dun and yellow, so that no leech who should see us would

doubt that we are diseased with jaundice. Some of us are suffering from gout, as our twisted extremities

plainly show. The smoke and dust by which we are continuously plagued have dulled the keenness of our

visual rays, and are now infecting our bleared eyes with ophthalmia. Within we are devoured by the fierce

gripings of our entrails, which hungry worms cease not to gnaw, and we undergo the corruption of the two

Lazaruses, nor is there anyone to anoint us with balm of cedar, nor to cry to us who have been four days dead

and already stink, Lazarus come forth! No healing drug is bound around our cruel wounds, which are so

atrociously inflicted upon the innocent, and there is none to put a plaster upon our ulcers; but ragged and

shivering we are flung away into dark corners, or in tears take our place with holy Job upon his dunghill,

ortoo horrible to relateare buried in the depths of the common sewers. The cushion is withdrawn that

should support our evangelical sides, which ought to have the first claim upon the incomes of the clergy, and

the common necessaries of life thus be for ever provided for us, who are entrusted to their charge.

Again, we complain of another sort of injury which is too often unjustly inflicted upon our persons. We are

sold for bondmen and bondwomen, and lie as hostages in taverns with no one to redeem us. We fall a prey to

the cruel shambles, where we see sheep and cattle slaughtered not without pious tears, and where we die a

thousand times from such terrors as might frighten even the brave. We are handed over to Jews, Saracens,

heretics and infidels, whose poison we always dread above everything, and by whom it is well known that

some of our parents have been infected with pestiferous venom. In sooth, we who should be treated as

masters in the sciences, and bear rule over the mechanics who should be subject to us, are instead handed

over to the government of subordinates, as though some supremely noble monarch should be trodden under

foot by rustic heels. Any seamster or cobbler or tailor or artificer of any trade keeps us shut up in prison for

Now we would pursue a new kind of injury by which we suffer alike in person and in fame, the dearest thing

we have. Our purity of race is diminished every day, while new authors' names are imposed upon us by

worthless compilers, translators, and transformers, and losing our ancient nobility, while we are reborn in

successive generations, we become wholly degenerate; and thus against our will the name of some wretched

stepfather is affixed to us, and the sons are robbed of the names of their true fathers. The verses of Virgil,

while he was yet living, were claimed by an impostor; and a certain Fidentinus mendaciously usurped the

What marvel, then, if when our authors are dead clerical apes use us to make broad their phylacteries, since

even while they are alive they try to seize us as soon as we are published? Ah! how often ye pretend that we

who are ancient are but lately born, and try to pass us off as sons who are really fathers, calling us who have

made you clerks the production of your studies. Indeed, we derived our origin from Athens, though we are

now supposed to be from Rome; for Carmentis was always the pilferer of Cadmus, and we who were but

lately born in England, will tomorrow be born again in Paris; and thence being carried to Bologna, will

obtain an Italian origin, based upon no affinity of blood. Alas! how ye commit us to treacherous copyists to

be written, how corruptly ye read us and kill us by medication, while ye supposed ye were correcting us with

pious zeal. Oftentimes we have to endure barbarous interpreters, and those who are ignorant of foreign

idioms presume to translate us from one language into another; and thus all propriety of speech is lost and our

sense is shamefully mutilated contrary to the meaning of the author! Truly noble would have been the

condition of books if it had not been for the presumption of the tower of Babel, if but one kind of speech had

We will add the last clause of our long lament, though far too short for the materials that we have. For in us

the natural use is changed to that which is against nature, while we who are the light of faithful souls

everywhere fall a prey to painters knowing nought of letters, and are entrusted to goldsmiths to become, as

though we were not sacred vessels of wisdom, repositories of goldleaf. We fall undeservedly into the power

of laymen, which is more bitter to us than any death, since they have sold our people for nought, and our

It is clear from what we have said what infinite invectives we could hurl against the clergy, if we did not

think of our own reputation. For the soldier whose campaigns are over venerates his shield and arms, and

grateful Corydon shows regard for his decaying team, harrow, flail and mattock, and every manual artificer

for the instruments of his craft; it is only the ungrateful cleric who despises and neglects those things which

The venerable devotion of the religious orders is wont to be solicitous in the care of books and to delight in

their society, as if they were the only riches. For some used to write them with their own hands between the

hours of prayer, and gave to the making of books such intervals as they could secure and the times appointed

for the recreation of the body. By whose labours there are resplendent today in most monasteries these

sacred treasuries full of cherubic letters, for giving the knowledge of salvation to the student and a delectable

light to the paths of the laity. O manual toil, happier than any agricultural task! O devout solicitude, where

neither Martha nor Mary deserves to be rebuked! O joyful house, in which the fruitful Leah does not envy the

beauteous Rachel, but action and contemplation share each other's joys! O happy charge, destined to benefit

endless generations of posterity, with which no planting of trees, no sowing of seeds, no pastoral delight in

herds, no building of fortified camps can be compared! Wherefore the memory of those fathers should be

immortal, who delighted only in the treasures of wisdom, who most laboriously provided shining lamps

against future darkness, and against hunger of hearing the Word of God, most carefully prepared, not bread

baked in the ashes, nor of barley, nor musty, but unleavened loaves made of the finest wheat of divine

wisdom, with which hungry souls might be joyfully fed These men were the stoutest champions of the

Christian army, who defended our weakness by their most valiant arms; they were in their time the most

cunning takers of foxes, who have left us their nets, that we might catch the young foxes, who cease not to

devour the growing vines. Of a truth, noble fathers, worthy of perpetual benediction, ye would have been

deservedly happy, if ye had been allowed to beget offspring like yourselves, and to leave no degenerate or

But, painful to relate, now slothful Thersites handles the arms of Achilles and the choice trappings of

warhorses are spread upon lazy asses, winking owls lord it in the eagle's nest, and the cowardly kite sits

And as if the simple monastic folk of modern times were deceived by a confusion of names, while Liber

Pater is preferred to Liber Patrum, the study of the monks nowadays is in the emptying of cups and not the

emending of books; to which they do not hesitate to add the wanton music of Timotheus, jealous of chastity,

and thus the song of the merrymaker and not the chant of the mourner is become the office of the monks.

Flocks and fleeces, crops and granaries, leeks and potherbs, drink and goblets, are nowadays the reading and

study of the monks, except a few elect ones, in whom lingers not the image but some slight vestige of the

fathers that preceded them. And again, no materials at all are furnished us to commend the canons regular for

their care or study of us, who though they bear their name of honour from their twofold rule, yet have

neglected the notable clause of Augustine's rule, in which we are commended to his clergy in these words:

Let books be asked for each day at a given hour; he who asks for them after the hour is not to receive them.

Scarcely anyone observes this devout rule of study after saying the prayers of the Church, but to care for the

things of this world and to look at the plough that has been left is reckoned the highest wisdom. They take up

bow and quiver, embrace arms and shield, devote the tribute of alms to dogs and not to the poor, become the

slaves of dice and draughts, and of all such things as we are wont to forbid even to the secular clergy, so that

we need not marvel if they disdain to look upon us, whom they see so much opposed to their mode of life.

Come then, reverend fathers, deign to recall your fathers and devote yourselves more faithfully to the study of

holy books, without which all religion will stagger, without which the virtue of devotion will dry up like a

Poor in spirit, but most rich in faith, offscourings of the world and salt of the earth, despisers of the world

and fishers of men, how happy are ye, if suffering penury for Christ ye know how to possess your souls in

patience! For it is not want the avenger of iniquity, nor the adverse fortune of your parents, nor violent

necessity that has thus oppressed you with beggary, but a devout will and Christlike election, by which ye

have chosen that life as the best, which God Almighty made man as well by word as by example declared to

be the best. In truth, ye are the latest offspring of the everfruitful Church, of late divinely substituted for the

Fathers and the Prophets, that your sound may go forth into all the earth, and that instructed by our healthful

doctrines ye may preach before all kings and nations the invincible faith of Christ. Moreover, that the faith of

the Fathers is chiefly enshrined in books the second chapter has sufficiently shown, from which it is clearer

than light that ye ought to be zealous lovers of books above all other Christians. Ye are commanded to sow

upon all waters, because the Most High is no respecter of persons, nor does the Most Holy desire the death of

sinners, who offered Himself to die for them, but desires to heal the contrite in heart, to raise the fallen, and to

correct the perverse in the spirit of lenity. For which most salutary purpose our kindly Mother Church has

planted you freely, and having planted has watered you with favours, and having watered you has established

you with privileges, that ye may be coworkers with pastors and curates in procuring the salvation of faithful

souls. Wherefore, that the order of Preachers was principally instituted for the study of the Holy Scriptures

and the salvation of their neighbours, is declared by their constitutions, so that not only from the rule of

Bishop Augustine, which directs books to be asked for every day, but as soon as they have read the prologue

of the said constitutions they may know from the very title of the same that they are pledged to the love of

But alas! a threefold care of superfluities, viz., of the stomach, of dress, and of houses, has seduced these men

and others following their example from the paternal care of books, and from their study. For, forgetting the

providence of the Saviour (who is declared by the Psalmist to think upon the poor and needy), they are

occupied with the wants of the perishing body, that their feasts may be splendid and their garments luxurious,

against the rule, and the fabrics of their buildings, like the battlements of castles, carried to a height

incompatible with poverty. Because of these three things, we books, who have ever procured their

advancement and have granted them to sit among the powerful and noble, are put far from their heart's

affection and are reckoned as superfluities; except that they rely upon some treatises of small value, from

which they derive strange heresies and apocryphal imbecilities, not for the refreshment of souls, but rather for

tickling the ears of the listeners. The Holy Scripture is not expounded, but is neglected and treated as though

it were commonplace and known to all, though very few have touched its hem, and though its depth is such,

as Holy Augustine declares, that it cannot be understood by the human intellect, however long it may toil

with the utmost intensity of study. From this he who devotes himself to it assiduously, if only He will

vouchsafe to open the door who has established the spirit of piety, may unfold a thousand lessons of moral

teaching, which will flourish with the freshest novelty and will cherish the intelligence of the listeners with

the most delightful savours. Wherefore the first professors of evangelical poverty, after some slight homage

paid to secular science, collecting all their force of intellect, devoted themselves to labours upon the sacred

scripture, meditating day and night on the law of the Lord. And whatever they could steal from their

famishing belly, or intercept from their halfcovered body, they thought it the highest gain to spend in buying

or correcting books. Whose worldly contemporaries observing their devotion and study bestowed upon them

for the edification of the whole Church the books which they had collected at great expense in the various

In truth, in these days as ye are engaged with all diligence in pursuit of gain, it may be reasonably believed, if

we speak according to human notions, that God thinks less upon those whom He perceives to distrust His

promises, putting their hope in human providence, not considering the raven, nor the lilies, whom the Most

High feeds and arrays. Ye do not think upon Daniel and the bearer of the mess of boiled pottage, nor recollect

Elijah who was delivered from hunger once in the desert by angels, again in the torrent by ravens, and again

in Sarepta by the widow, through the divine bounty, which gives to all flesh their meat in due season. Ye

descend (as we fear) by a wretched anticlimax, distrust of the divine goodness producing reliance upon your

own prudence, and reliance upon your own prudence begetting anxiety about worldly things, and excessive

anxiety about worldly things taking away the love as well as the study of books; and thus poverty in these

days is abused to the injury of the Word of God, which ye have chosen only for profit's sake.

With summer fruit, as the people gossip, ye attract boys to religion, whom when they have taken the vows ye

do not instruct by fear and force, as their age requires, but allow them to devote themselves to begging

expeditions, and suffer them to spend the time, in which they might be learning, in procuring the favour of

friends, to the annoyance of their parents, the danger of the boys, and the detriment of the order. And thus no

doubt it happens that those who were not compelled to learn as unwilling boys, when they grow up presume

to teach though utterly unworthy and unlearned, and a small error in the beginning becomes a very great one

in the end. For there grows up among your promiscuous flock of laity a pestilent multitude of creatures, who

nevertheless the more shamelessly force themselves into the office of preaching, the less they understand

what they are saying, to the contempt of the Divine Word and the injury of souls. In truth, against the law ye

plough with an ox and an ass together, in committing the cultivation of the Lord's field to learned and

unlearned. Side by side, it is written, the oxen were ploughing and the asses feeding beside them: since it is

the duty of the discreet to preach, but of the simple to feed themselves in silence by the hearing of sacred

eloquence. How many stones ye fling upon the heap of Mercury nowadays! How many marriages ye procure

for the eunuchs of wisdom! How many blind watchmen ye bid go round about the walls of the Church!

O idle fishermen, using only the nets of others, which when torn it is all ye can do to clumsily repair, but can

net no new ones of your own! ye enter on the labours of others, ye repeat the lessons of others, ye mouth with

theatric effort the superficially repeated wisdom of others. As the silly parrot imitates the words that he has

heard, so such men are mere reciters of all, but authors of nothing, imitating Balaam's ass, which, though

senseless of itself, yet became eloquent of speech and the teacher of its master though a prophet. Recover

yourselves, O poor in Christ, and studiously regard us books, without which ye can never be properly shod in

Paul the Apostle, preacher of the truth and excellent teacher of the nations, for all his gear bade three things

to be brought to him by Timothy, his cloak, books and parchments, affording an example to ecclesiastics that

they should wear dress in moderation, and should have books for aid in study, and parchments, which the

Apostle especially esteems, for writing: AND ESPECIALLY, he says, the parchments. And truly that clerk is

crippled and maimed to his disablement in many ways, who is entirely ignorant of the art of writing. He beats

the air with words and edifies only those who are present, but does nothing for the absent and for posterity.

The man bore a writer's inkhorn upon his loins, who set a mark Tau upon the foreheads of the men that sigh

and cry, Ezechiel ix.; teaching in a figure that if any lack skill in writing, he shall not undertake the task of

Finally, in conclusion of the present chapter, books implore of you: make your young men who though

ignorant are apt of intellect apply themselves to study, furnishing them with necessaries, that ye may teach

them not only goodness but discipline and science, may terrify them by blows, charm them by blandishments,

mollify them by gifts, and urge them on by painful rigour, so that they may become at once Socratics in

morals and Peripatetics in learning. Yesterday, as it were at the eleventh hour, the prudent householder

introduced you into his vineyard. Repent of idleness before it is too late: would that with the cunning steward

ye might be ashamed of begging so shamelessly; for then no doubt ye would devote yourselves more

Almighty Author and Lover of peace, scatter the nations that delight in war, which is above all plagues

injurious to books. For wars being without the control of reason make a wild assault on everything they come

across, and, lacking the check of reason they push on without discretion or distinction to destroy the vessels

of reason. Then the wise Apollo becomes the Python's prey, and Phronesis, the pious mother, becomes

subject to the power of Phrenzy. Then winged Pegasus is shut up in the stall of Corydon, and eloquent

Mercury is strangled. Then wise Pallas is struck down by the dagger of error, and the charming Pierides are

smitten by the truculent tyranny of madness. O cruel spectacle! where you may see the Phoebus of

philosophers, the allwise Aristotle, whom God Himself made master of the master of the world, enchained

by wicked hands and borne in shameful irons on the shoulders of gladiators from his sacred home. There you

may see him who was worthy to be lawgiver to the lawgiver of the world and to hold empire over its

emperor, made the slave of vile buffoons by the most unrighteous laws of war. O most wicked power of

darkness, which does not fear to undo the approved divinity of Plato, who alone was worthy to submit to the

view of the Creator, before he assuaged the strife of warring chaos, and before form had put on its garb of

matter, the ideal types, in order to demonstrate the archetypal universe to its author, so that the world of sense

might be modelled after the supernal pattern. O tearful sight! where the moral Socrates, whose acts were

virtue and whose discourse was science, who deduced political justice from the principles of nature, is seen

enslaved to some rascal robber. We bemoan Pythagoras, the parent of harmony, as, brutally scourged by the

harrying furies of war, he utters not a song but the wailings of a dove. We mourn, too, for Zeno, who lest he

should betray his secret bit off his tongue and fearlessly spat it out at the tyrant, and now, alas! is brayed and

In sooth we cannot mourn with the grief that they deserve all the various books that have perished by the fate

of war in various parts of the world. Yet we must tearfully recount the dreadful ruin which was caused in

Egypt by the auxiliaries in the Alexandrian war, when seven hundred thousand volumes were consumed by

fire. These volumes had been collected by the royal Ptolemies through long periods of time, as Aulus Gellius

relates. What an Atlantean progeny must be supposed to have then perished: including the motions of the

spheres, all the conjunctions of the planets, the nature of the galaxy, and the prognostic generations of

comets, and all that exists in the heavens or in the ether! Who would not shudder at such a hapless holocaust,

where ink is offered up instead of blood, where the glowing ashes of crackling parchment were encarnadined

with blood, where the devouring flames consumed so many thousands of innocents in whose mouth was no

guile, where the unsparing fire turned into stinking ashes so many shrines of eternal truth! A lesser crime than

this is the sacrifice of Jephthah or Agamemnon, where a pious daughter is slain by a father's sword. How

many labours of the famous Hercules shall we suppose then perished, who because of his knowledge of

astronomy is said to have sustained the heaven on his unyielding neck, when Hercules was now for the

second time cast into the flames. The secrets of the heavens, which Jonithus learnt not from man or through

man but received by divine inspiration; what his brother Zoroaster, the servant of unclean spirits, taught the

Bactrians; what holy Enoch, the prefect of Paradise, prophesied before he was taken from the world, and

finally, what the first Adam taught his children of the things to come, which he had seen when caught up in

an ecstasy in the book of eternity, are believed to have perished in those horrid flames. The religion of the

Egyptians, which the book of the Perfect Word so commends; the excellent polity of the older Athens, which

preceded by nine thousand years the Athens of Greece; the charms of the Chaldaeans; the observations of the

Arabs and Indians; the ceremonies of the Jews; the architecture of the Babylonians; the agriculture of Noah

the magic arts of Moses; the geometry of Joshua; the enigmas of Samson; the problems of Solomon from the

cedar of Lebanon to the hyssop; the antidotes of Aesculapius; the grammar of Cadmus; the poems of

Parnassus; the oracles of Apollo; the argonautics of Jason; the stratagems of Palamedes, and infinite other

secrets of science are believed to have perished at the time of this conflagration.

Nay, Aristotle would not have missed the quadrature of the circle, if only baleful conflicts had spared the

books of the ancients, who knew all the methods of nature. He would not have left the problem of the eternity

of the world an open question, nor, as is credibly conceived, would he have had any doubts of the plurality of

human intellects and of their eternity, if the perfect sciences of the ancients had not been exposed to the

calamities of hateful wars. For by wars we are scattered into foreign lands, are mutilated, wounded, and

shamefully disfigured, are buried under the earth and overwhelmed in the sea, are devoured by the flames and

destroyed by every kind of death. How much of our blood was shed by warlike Scipio, when he was eagerly

compassing the overthrow of Carthage, the opponent and rival of the Roman empire! How many thousands of

thousands of us did the ten years' war of Troy dismiss from the light of day! How many were driven by

Anthony, after the murder of Tully, to seek hiding places in foreign provinces! How many of us were

scattered by Theodoric, while Boethius was in exile, into the different quarters of the world, like sheep whose

shepherd has been struck down! How many, when Seneca fell a victim to the cruelty of Nero, and willing yet

unwilling passed the gates of death, took leave of him and retired in tears, not even knowing in what quarter

Happy was that translation of books which Xerxes is said to have made to Persia from Athens, and which

Seleucus brought back again from Persia to Athens. O glad and joyful return! O wondrous joy, which you

might then see in Athens, when the mother went in triumph to meet her progeny, and again showed the

chambers in which they had been nursed to her now aging children! Their old homes were restored to their

former inmates, and forthwith boards of cedar with shelves and beams of gopher wood are most skilfully

planed; inscriptions of gold and ivory are designed for the several compartments, to which the volumes

themselves are reverently brought and pleasantly arranged, so that no one hinders the entrance of another or

But in truth infinite are the losses which have been inflicted upon the race of books by wars and tumults. And

as it is by no means possible to enumerate and survey infinity, we will here finally set up the Gades of our

complaint, and turn again to the prayers with which we began, humbly imploring that the Ruler of Olympus

and the Most High Governor of all the world will establish peace and dispel wars and make our days tranquil

Since to everything there is a season and an opportunity, as the wise Ecclesiastes witnesseth, let us now

proceed to relate the manifold opportunities through which we have been assisted by the divine goodness in

Although from our youth upwards we had always delighted in holding social commune with learned men and

lovers of books, yet when we prospered in the world and made acquaintance with the King's majesty and

were received into his household, we obtained ampler facilities for visiting everywhere as we would, and of

hunting as it were certain most choice preserves, libraries private as well as public, and of the regular as well

as of the secular clergy. And indeed while we filled various offices to the victorious Prince and splendidly

triumphant King of England, Edward the Third from the Conquestwhose reign may the Almighty long and

peacefully continuefirst those about his court, but then those concerning the public affairs of his kingdom,

namely the offices of Chancellor and Treasurer, there was afforded to us, in consideration of the royal favour,

easy access for the purpose of freely searching the retreats of books. In fact, the fame of our love of them had

been soon winged abroad everywhere, and we were reported to burn with such desire for books, and

especially old ones, that it was more easy for any man to gain our favour by means of books than of money.

Wherefore, since supported by the goodness of the aforesaid prince of worthy memory, we were able to

requite a man well or ill, to benefit or injure mightily great as well as small, there flowed in, instead of

presents and guerdons, and instead of gifts and jewels, soiled tracts and battered codices, gladsome alike to

our eye and heart. Then the aumbries of the most famous monasteries were thrown open, cases were unlocked

and caskets were undone, and volumes that had slumbered through long ages in their tombs wake up and are

astonished, and those that had lain hidden in dark places are bathed in the ray of unwonted light. These long

lifeless books, once most dainty, but now become corrupt and loathsome, covered with litters of mice and

pierced with the gnawings of the worms, and who were once clothed in purple and fine linen, now lying in

sackcloth and ashes, given up to oblivion, seemed to have become habitations of the moth. Natheless among

these, seizing the opportunity, we would sit down with more delight than a fastidious physician among his

stores of gums and spices, and there we found the object and the stimulus of our affections. Thus the sacred

vessels of learning came into our control and stewardship; some by gift, others by purchase, and some lent to

No wonder that when people saw that we were contented with gifts of this kind, they were anxious of their

own accord to minister to our needs with those things that they were more willing to dispense with than the

things they secured by ministering to our service. And in good will we strove so to forward their affairs that

gain accrued to them, while justice suffered no disparagement. Indeed, if we had loved gold and silver

goblets, highbred horses, or no small sums of money, we might in those days have furnished forth a rich

treasury. But in truth we wanted manuscripts not moneyscripts; we loved codices more than florins, and

Besides all this, we were frequently made ambassador of this most illustrious Prince of everlasting memory,

and were sent on the most various affairs of state, now to the Holy See, now to the Court of France, and again

to various powers of the world, on tedious embassies and in times of danger, always carrying with us,

however, that love of books which many waters could not quench. For this like a delicious draught sweetened

the bitterness of our journeyings and after the perplexing intricacies and troublesome difficulties of causes,

and the all but inextricable labyrinths of public affairs afforded us a little breathing space to enjoy a balmier

O Holy God of gods in Sion, what a mighty stream of pleasure made glad our hearts whenever we had leisure

to visit Paris, the Paradise of the world, and to linger there; where the days seemed ever few for the greatness

of our love! There are delightful libraries, more aromatic than stores of spicery; there are luxuriant parks of

all manner of volumes; there are Academic meads shaken by the tramp of scholars; there are lounges of

Athens; walks of the Peripatetics; peaks of Parnassus; and porches of the Stoics. There is seen the surveyor of

all arts and sciences Aristotle, to whom belongs all that is most excellent in doctrine, so far as relates to this

passing sublunary world; there Ptolemy measures epicycles and eccentric apogees and the nodes of the

planets by figures and numbers; there Paul reveals the mysteries; there his neighbour Dionysius arranges and

distinguishes the hierarchies; there the virgin Carmentis reproduces in Latin characters all that Cadmus

collected in Phoenician letters; there indeed opening our treasuries and unfastening our pursestrings we

scattered money with joyous heart and purchased inestimable books with mud and sand. It is naught, it is

naught, saith every buyer. But in vain; for behold how good and how pleasant it is to gather together the arms

of the clerical warfare, that we may have the means to crush the attacks of heretics, if they arise.

Further, we are aware that we obtained most excellent opportunities of collecting in the following way. From

our early years we attached to our society with the most exquisite solicitude and discarding all partiality all

such masters and scholars and professors in the several faculties as had become most distinguished by their

subtlety of mind and the fame of their learning. Deriving consolation from their sympathetic conversation, we

were delightfully entertained, now by demonstrative chains of reasoning, now by the recital of physical

processes and the treatises of the doctors of the Church, now by stimulating discourses on the allegorical

meanings of things, as by a rich and wellvaried intellectual feast. Such men we chose as comrades in our

years of learning, as companions in our chamber, as associates on our journeys, as guests at our table, and, in

short, as helpmates in all the vicissitudes of life. But as no happiness is permitted to endure for long, we were

sometimes deprived of the bodily companionship of some of these shining lights, when justice looking down

from heaven, the ecclesiastical preferments and dignities that they deserved fell to their portion. And thus it

happened, as was only right, that in attending to their own cures they were obliged to absent themselves from

We will add yet another very convenient way by which a great multitude of books old as well as new came

into our hands. For we never regarded with disdain or disgust the poverty of the mendicant orders, adopted

for the sake of Christ; but in all parts of the world took them into the kindly arms of our compassion, allured

them by the most friendly familiarity into devotion to ourselves, and having so allured them cherished them

with munificent liberality of beneficence for the sake of God, becoming benefactors of all of them in general

in such wise that we seemed none the less to have adopted certain individuals with a special fatherly

affection. To these men we were as a refuge in every case of need, and never refused to them the shelter of

our favour, wherefore we deserved to find them most special furtherers of our wishes and promoters thereof

in act and deed, who compassing land and sea, traversing the circuit of the world, and ransacking the

universities and high schools of various provinces, were zealous in combatting for our desires, in the sure and

certain hope of reward. What leveret could escape amidst so many keensighted hunters? What little fish

could evade in turn their hooks and nets and snares? From the body of the Sacred Law down to the booklet

containing the fallacies of yesterday, nothing could escape these searchers. Was some devout discourse

uttered at the fountainhead of Christian faith, the holy Roman Curia, or was some strange question

ventilated with novel arguments; did the solidity of Paris, which is now more zealous in the study of antiquity

than in the subtle investigation of truth, did English subtlety, which illumined by the lights of former times is

always sending forth fresh rays of truth, produce anything to the advancement of science or the declaration of

the faith, this was instantly poured still fresh into our ears, ungarbled by any babbler, unmutilated by any

trifler, but passing straight from the purest of winepresses into the vats of our memory to be clarified.

But whenever it happened that we turned aside to the cities and places where the mendicants we have

mentioned had their convents, we did not disdain to visit their libraries and any other repositories of books;

nay, there we found heaped up amid the utmost poverty the utmost riches of wisdom. We discovered in their

fardels and baskets not only crumbs falling from the masters' table for the dogs, but the shewbread without

leaven and the bread of angels having in it all that is delicious; and indeed the garners of Joseph full of corn,

and all the spoil of the Egyptians, and the very precious gifts which Queen Sheba brought to Solomon.

These men are as ants ever preparing their meat in the summer, and ingenious bees continually fabricating

cells of honey. They are successors of Bezaleel in devising all manner of workmanship in silver and gold and

precious stones for decorating the temple of the Church. They are cunning embroiderers, who fashion the

breastplate and ephod of the high priest and all the various vestments of the priests. They fashion the curtains

of linen and hair and coverings of ram's skins dyed red with which to adorn the tabernacle of the Church

militant. They are husbandmen that sow, oxen treading out corn, sounding trumpets, shining Pleiades and

stars remaining in their courses, which cease not to fight against Sisera. And to pay due regard to truth,

without prejudice to the judgment of any, although they lately at the eleventh hour have entered the lord's

vineyard, as the books that are so fond of us eagerly declared in our sixth chapter, they have added more in

this brief hour to the stock of the sacred books than all the other vinedressers; following in the footsteps of

Paul, the last to be called but the first in preaching, who spread the gospel of Christ more widely than all

others. Of these men, when we were raised to the episcopate we had several of both orders, viz., the

Preachers and Minors, as personal attendants and companions at our board, men distinguished no less in

letters than in morals, who devoted themselves with unwearied zeal to the correction, exposition, tabulation,

and compilation of various volumes. But although we have acquired a very numerous store of ancient as well

as modern works by the manifold intermediation of the religious, yet we must laud the Preachers with special

praise, in that we have found them above all the religious most freely communicative of their stores without

jealousy, and proved them to be imbued with an almost Divine liberality, not greedy but fitting possessors of

Besides all the opportunities mentioned above, we secured the acquaintance of stationers and booksellers, not

only within our own country, but of those spread over the realms of France, Germany, and Italy, money

flying forth in abundance to anticipate their demands; nor were they hindered by any distance or by the fury

of the seas, or by the lack of means for their expenses, from sending or bringing to us the books that we

required. For they well knew that their expectations of our bounty would not be defrauded, but that ample

Nor, finally, did our good fellowship, which aimed to captivate the affection of all, overlook the rectors of

schools and the instructors of rude boys. But rather, when we had an opportunity, we entered their little plots

and gardens and gathered sweetsmelling flowers from the surface and dug up their roots, obsolete indeed,

but still useful to the student, which might, when their rank barbarism was digested heal the pectoral arteries

with the gift of eloquence. Amongst the mass of these things we found some greatly meriting to be restored,

which when skilfully cleansed and freed from the disfiguring rust of age, deserved to be renovated into

comeliness of aspect. And applying in full measure the necessary means, as a type of the resurrection to

Moreover, we had always in our different manors no small multitude of copyists and scribes, of binders,

correctors, illuminators, and generally of all who could usefully labour in the service of books. Finally, all of

both sexes and of every rank or position who had any kind of association with books, could most easily open

by their knocking the door of our heart, and find a fit restingplace in our affection and favour. In so much

did we receive those who brought books, that the multitude of those who had preceded them did not lessen

the welcome of the aftercomers, nor were the favours we had awarded yesterday prejudicial to those of

today. Wherefore, ever using all the persons we have named as a kind of magnets to attract books, we had

the desired accession of the vessels of science and a multitudinous flight of the finest volumes.

Although the novelties of the moderns were never disagreeable to our desires, who have always cherished

with grateful affection those who devote themselves to study and who add anything either ingenious or useful

to the opinions of our forefathers, yet we have always desired with more undoubting avidity to investigate the

welltested labours of the ancients. For whether they had by nature a greater vigour of mental sagacity, or

whether they perhaps indulged in closer application to study, or whether they were assisted in their progress

by both these things, one thing we are perfectly clear about, that their successors are barely capable of

discussing the discoveries of their forerunners, and of acquiring those things as pupils which the ancients dug

out by difficult efforts of discovery. For as we read that the men of old were of a more excellent degree of

bodily development than modern times are found to produce, it is by no means absurd to suppose that most of

the ancients were distinguished by brighter faculties, seeing that in the labours they accomplished of both

kinds they are inimitable by posterity. And so Phocas writes in the prologue to his Grammar:

But in truth, if we speak of fervour of learning and diligence in study, they gave up all their lives to

philosophy; while nowadays our contemporaries carelessly spend a few years of hot youth, alternating with

the excesses of vice, and when the passions have been calmed, and they have attained the capacity of

discerning truth so difficult to discover, they soon become involved in worldly affairs and retire, bidding

farewell to the schools of philosophy. They offer the fuming must of their youthful intellect to the difficulties

of philosophy, and bestow the clearer wine upon the moneymaking business of life. Further, as Ovid in the

How the ancients indeed regarded life as the only limit of study, is shown by Valerius, in his book addressed

to Tiberius, by many examples. Carneades, he says, was a laborious and lifelong soldier of wisdom: after he

had lived ninety years, the same day put an end to his life and his philosophizing. Isocrates in his

ninetyfourth year wrote a most noble work. Sophocles did the same when nearly a hundred years old.

Simonides wrote poems in his eightieth year. Aulus Gellius did not desire to live longer than he should be

The fervour of study which possessed Euclid the Socratic, Taurus the philosopher used to relate to incite

young men to study, as Gellius tells in the book we have mentioned. For the Athenians, hating the people of

Megara, decreed that if any of the Megarensians entered Athens, he should be put to death. Then Euclid, who

was a Megarensian, and had attended the lectures of Socrates before this decree, disguising himself in a

woman's dress, used to go from Megara to Athens by night to hear Socrates, a distance of twenty miles and

back. Imprudent and excessive was the fervour of Archimedes, a lover of geometry, who would not declare

his name, nor lift his head from the diagram he had drawn, by which he might have prolonged his life, but

thinking more of study than of life dyed with his lifeblood the figure he was studying.

There are very many such examples of our proposition, but the brevity we aim at does not allow us to recall

them. But, painful to relate, the clerks who are famous in these days pursue a very different course. Afflicted

with ambition in their tender years, and slightly fastening to their untried arms the Icarian wings of

presumption, they prematurely snatch the master's cap; and mere boys become unworthy professors of the

several faculties, through which they do not make their way step by step, but like goats ascend by leaps and

bounds; and, having slightly tasted of the mighty stream, they think that they have drunk it dry, though their

throats are hardly moistened. And because they are not grounded in the first rudiments at the fitting time, they

build a tottering edifice on an unstable foundation, and now that they have grown up, they are ashamed to

learn what they ought to have learned while young, and thus they are compelled to suffer for ever for too

hastily jumping at dignities they have not deserved. For these and the like reasons the tyros in the schools do

not attain to the solid learning of the ancients in a few short hours of study, although they may enjoy

distinctions, may be accorded titles, be authorized by official robes, and solemnly installed in the chairs of the

elders. Just snatched from the cradle and hastily weaned, they mouth the rules of Priscian and Donatus; while

still beardless boys they gabble with childish stammering the Categorics and Peri Hermeneias, in the writing

of which the great Aristotle is said to have dipped his pen in his heart's blood. Passing through these faculties

with baneful haste and a harmful diploma, they lay violent hands upon Moses, and sprinkling about their

faces dark waters and thick clouds of the skies, they offer their heads, unhonoured by the snows of age, for

the mitre of the pontificate. This pest is greatly encouraged, and they are helped to attain this fantastic

clericate with such nimble steps, by Papal provisions obtained by insidious prayers, and also by the prayers,

which may not be rejected, of cardinals and great men, by the cupidity of friends and relatives, who, building

up Sion in blood, secure ecclesiastical dignities for their nephews and pupils, before they are seasoned by the

Alas! by the same disease which we are deploring, we see that the Palladium of Paris has been carried off in

these sad times of ours, wherein the zeal of that noble university, whose rays once shed light into every

corner of the world, has grown lukewarm, nay, is all but frozen. There the pen of every scribe is now at rest,

generations of books no longer succeed each other, and there is none who begins to take place as a new

author. They wrap up their doctrines in unskilled discourse, and are losing all propriety of logic, except that

our English subtleties, which they denounce in public, are the subject of their furtive vigils.

Admirable Minerva seems to bend her course to all the nations of the earth, and reacheth from end to end

mightily, that she may reveal herself to all mankind. We see that she has already visited the Indians, the

Babylonians, the Egyptians and Greeks, the Arabs and the Romans. Now she has passed by Paris, and now

has happily come to Britain, the most noble of islands, nay, rather a microcosm in itself, that she may show

herself a debtor both to the Greeks and to the Barbarians. At which wondrous sight it is conceived by most

men, that as philosophy is now lukewarm in France, so her soldiery are unmanned and languishing.

While assiduously seeking out the wisdom of the men of old, according to the counsel of the Wise Man

(Eccles. xxxix.): The wise man, he says, will seek out the wisdom of all the ancients, we have not thought fit

to be misled into the opinion that the first founders of the arts have purged away all crudeness, knowing that

the discoveries of each of the faithful, when weighed in a faithful balance, makes a tiny portion of science,

but that by the anxious investigations of a multitude of scholars, each as it were contributing his share, the

mighty bodies of the sciences have grown by successive augmentations to the immense bulk that we now

behold. For the disciples, continually melting down the doctrines of their masters, and passing them again

through the furnace, drove off the dross that had been previously overlooked, until there came out refined

gold tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times to perfection, and stained by no admixture of error or

For not even Aristotle, although a man of gigantic intellect, in whom it pleased Nature to try how much of

reason she could bestow upon mortality, and whom the Most High made only a little lower than the angels,

sucked from his own fingers those wonderful volumes which the whole world can hardly contain. But, on the

contrary, with lynxeyed penetration he had seen through the sacred books of the Hebrews, the Babylonians,

the Egyptians, the Chaldaeans, the Persians and the Medes, all of which learned Greece had transferred into

her treasuries. Whose true sayings he received, but smoothed away their crudities, pruned their superfluities,

supplied their deficiencies, and removed their errors. And he held that we should give thanks not only to

those who teach rightly, but even to those who err, as affording the way of more easily investigating truth, as

he plainly declares in the second book of his Metaphysics. Thus many learned lawyers contributed to the

Pandects, many physicians to the Tegni, and it was by this means that Avicenna edited his Canon, and Pliny

For as in the writers of annals it is not difficult to see that the later writer always presupposes the earlier,

without whom he could by no means relate the former times, so too we are to think of the authors of the

sciences. For no man by himself has brought forth any science, since between the earliest students and those

of the latter time we find intermediaries, ancient if they be compared with our own age, but modern if we

think of the foundations of learning, and these men we consider the most learned. What would Virgil, the

chief poet among the Latins, have achieved, if he had not despoiled Theocritus, Lucretius, and Homer, and

had not ploughed with their heifer? What, unless again and again he had read somewhat of Parthenius and

Pindar, whose eloquence he could by no means imitate? What could Sallust, Tully, Boethius, Macrobius,

Lactantius, Martianus, and in short the whole troop of Latin writers have done, if they had not seen the

productions of Athens or the volumes of the Greeks? Certes, little would Jerome, master of three languages,

Ambrosius, Augustine, though he confesses that he hated Greek, or even Gregory, who is said to have been

wholly ignorant of it, have contributed to the doctrine of the Church, if more learned Greece had not

furnished them from its stores. As Rome, watered by the streams of Greece, had earlier brought forth

philosophers in the image of the Greeks, in like fashion afterwards it produced doctors of the orthodox faith.

The creeds we chant are the sweat of Grecian brows, promulgated by their Councils, and established by the

Yet their natural slowness, as it happens, turns to the glory of the Latins, since as they were less learned in

their studies, so they were less perverse in their errors. In truth, the Arian heresy had all but eclipsed the

whole Church; the Nestorian wickedness presumed to rave with blasphemous rage against the Virgin, for it

would have robbed the Queen of Heaven, not in open fight but in disputation, of her name and character as

Mother of God, unless the invincible champion Cyril, ready to do single battle, with the help of the Council

of Ephesus, had in vehemence of spirit utterly extinguished it. Innumerable are the forms as well as the

authors of Greek heresies; for as they were the original cultivators of our holy faith, so too they were the first

sowers of tares, as is shown by veracious history. And thus they went on from bad to worse, because in

endeavouring to part the seamless vesture of the Lord, they totally destroyed primitive simplicity of doctrine,

and blinded by the darkness of novelty would fall into the bottomless pit, unless He provide for them in His

Let this suffice; for here we reach the limit of our power of judgment. One thing, however, we conclude from

the premises, that the ignorance of the Greek tongue is now a great hindrance to the study of the Latin

writers, since without it the doctrines of the ancient authors, whether Christian or Gentile, cannot be

understood. And we must come to a like judgment as to Arabic in numerous astronomical treatises, and as to

Hebrew as regards the text of the Holy Bible, which deficiencies, indeed, Clement V. provides for, if only the

bishops would faithfully observe what they so lightly decree. Wherefore we have taken care to provide a

Greek as well as a Hebrew grammar for our scholars, with certain other aids, by the help of which studious

readers may greatly inform themselves in the writing, reading, and understanding of the said tongues,

That lucrative practice of positive law, designed for the dispensation of earthly things, the more useful it is

found by the children of this world, so much the less does it aid the children of light in comprehending the

mysteries of holy writ and the secret sacraments of the faith, seeing that it disposes us peculiarly to the

friendship of the world, by which man, as S. James testifies, is made the enemy of God. Law indeed

encourages rather than extinguishes the contentions of mankind, which are the result of unbounded greed, by

complicated laws, which can be turned either way; though we know that it was created by jurisconsults and

pious princes for the purpose of assuaging these contentions. But in truth, as the same science deals with

contraries, and the power of reason can be used to opposite ends, and at the same the human mind is more

inclined to evil, it happens with the practisers of this science that they usually devote themselves to

promoting contention rather than peace, and instead of quoting laws according to the intent of the legislator,

Wherefore, although the overmastering love of books has possessed our mind from boyhood, and to rejoice

in their delights has been our only pleasure, yet the appetite for the books of the civil law took less hold of

our affections, and we have spent but little labour and expense in acquiring volumes of this kind. For they are

useful only as the scorpion in treacle, as Aristotle, the sun of science, has said of logic in his book De Pomo.

We have noticed a certain manifest difference of nature between law and science, in that every science is

delighted and desires to open its inward parts and display the very heart of its principles, and to show forth

the roots from which it buds and flourishes, and that the emanation of its springs may be seen of all men; for

thus from the cognate and harmonious light of the truth of conclusion to principles, the whole body of science

will be full of light, having no part dark. But laws, on the contrary, since they are only human enactments for

the regulation of social life, or the yokes of princes thrown over the necks of their subjects, refuse to be

brought to the standard of synteresis, the origin of equity, because they feel that they possess more of

arbitrary will than rational judgment. Wherefore the judgment of the wise for the most part is that the causes

of laws are not a fit subject of discussion. In truth, many laws acquire force by mere custom, not by

syllogistic necessity, like the arts: as Aristotle, the Phoebus of the Schools, urges in the second book of the

Politics, where he confutes the policy of Hippodamus, which holds out rewards to the inventors of new laws,

because to abrogate old laws and establish new ones is to weaken the force of those which exist. For

whatever receives its stability from use alone must necessarily be brought to nought by disuse.

From which it is seen clearly enough, that as laws are neither arts nor sciences, so books of law cannot

properly be called books of art or science. Nor is this faculty which we may call by a special term geologia,

or the earthly science, to be properly numbered among the sciences. Now the books of the liberal arts are so

useful to the divine writings, that without their aid the intellect would vainly aspire to understand them.

While we were constantly delighting ourselves with the reading of books, which it was our custom to read or

have read to us every day, we noticed plainly how much the defective knowledge even of a single word

hinders the understanding, as the meaning of no sentence can be apprehended, if any part of it be not

understood. Wherefore we ordered the meanings of foreign words to be noted with particular care, and

studied the orthography, prosody, etymology, and syntax in ancient grammarians with unrelaxing carefulness,

and took pains to elucidate terms that had grown too obscure by age with suitable explanations, in order to

This is the whole reason why we took care to replace the antiquated volumes of the grammarians by

improved codices, that we might make royal roads, by which our scholars in time to come might attain

All the varieties of attack directed against the poets by the lovers of naked truth may be repelled by a

twofold defence: either that even in an unseemly subjectmatter we may learn a charming fashion of

speech, or that where a fictitious but becoming subject is handled, natural or historical truth is pursued under

Although it is true that all men naturally desire knowledge, yet they do not all take the same pleasure in

learning. On the contrary, when they have experienced the labour of study and find their senses wearied, most

men inconsiderately fling away the nut, before they have broken the shell and reached the kernel. For man is

naturally fond of two things, namely, freedom from control and some pleasure in his activity; for which

reason no one without reason submits himself to the control of others, or willingly engages in any tedious

task. For pleasure crowns activity, as beauty is a crown to youth, as Aristotle truly asserts in the tenth book of

the Ethics. Accordingly the wisdom of the ancients devised a remedy by which to entice the wanton minds of

men by a kind of pious fraud, the delicate Minerva secretly lurking beneath the mask of pleasure. We are

wont to allure children by rewards, that they may cheerfully learn what we force them to study even though

they are unwilling. For our fallen nature does not tend to virtue with the same enthusiasm with which it

rushes into vice. Horace has expressed this for us in a brief verse of the Ars Poetica, where he says:

And he has plainly intimated the same thing in another verse of the same book, where he says:

How many students of Euclid have been repelled by the Pons Asinorum, as by a lofty and precipitous rock,

which no help of ladders could enable them to scale! THIS IS A HARD SAYING, they exclaim, AND WHO

CAN RECEIVE IT. The child of inconstancy, who ended by wishing to be transformed into an ass, would

perhaps never have given up the study of philosophy, if he had met him in friendly guise veiled under the

cloak of pleasure; but anon, astonished by Crato's chair and struck dumb by his endless questions, as by a

So much we have alleged in defence of the poets; and now we proceed to show that those who study them

with proper intent are not to be condemned in regard to them. For our ignorance of one single word prevents

the understanding of a whole long sentence, as was assumed in the previous chapter. As now the sayings of

the saints frequently allude to the inventions of the poets, it must needs happen that through our not knowing

the poem referred to, the whole meaning of the author is completely obscured, and assuredly, as Cassiodorus

says in his book Of the Institutes of Sacred Literature: Those things are not to be considered trifles without

which great things cannot come to pass. It follows therefore that through ignorance of poetry we do not

understand Jerome, Augustine, Boethius, Lactantius, Sidonius, and very many others, a catalogue of whom

The Venerable Bede has very clearly discussed and determined this doubtful point, as is related by that great

compiler Gratian, the repeater of numerous authors, who is as confused in form as he was eager in collecting

matter for his compilation. Now he writes in his 37th section: Some read secular literature for pleasure, taking

delight in the inventions and elegant language of the poets; but others study this literature for the sake of

scholarship, that by their reading they may learn to detest the errors of the Gentiles and may devoutly apply

what they find useful in them to the use of sacred learning. Such men study secular literature in a laudable

Taking this salutary instruction to heart, let the detractors of those who study the poets henceforth hold their

peace, and let not those who are ignorant of these things require that others should be as ignorant as

themselves, for this is the consolation of the wretched. And therefore let every man see that his own

intentions are upright, and he may thus make of any subject, observing the limitations of virtue, a study

acceptable to God. And if he have found profit in poetry, as the great Virgil relates that he had done in

To him who recollects what has been said before, it is plain and evident who ought to be the chief lovers of

books. For those who have most need of wisdom in order to perform usefully the duties of their position, they

are without doubt most especially bound to show more abundantly to the sacred vessels of wisdom the

anxious affection of a grateful heart. Now it is the office of the wise man to order rightly both himself and

others, according to the Phoebus of philosophers, Aristotle, who deceives not nor is deceived in human

things. Wherefore princes and prelates, judges and doctors, and all other leaders of the commonwealth, as

more than others they have need of wisdom, so more than others ought they to show zeal for the vessels of

Boethius, indeed, beheld Philosophy bearing a sceptre in her left hand and books in her right, by which it is

evidently shown to all men that no one can rightly rule a commonwealth without books. Thou, says Boethius,

speaking to Philosophy, hast sanctioned this saying by the mouth of Plato, that states would be happy if they

were ruled by students of philosophy, or if their rulers would study philosophy. And again, we are taught by

the very gesture of the figure that in so far as the right hand is better than the left, so far the contemplative life

is more worthy than the active life; and at the same time we are shown that the business of the wise man is to

devote himself by turns, now to the study of truth, and now to the dispensation of temporal things.

We read that Philip thanked the Gods devoutly for having granted that Alexander should be born in the time

of Aristotle, so that educated under his instruction he might be worthy to rule his father's empire. While

Phaeton unskilled in driving becomes the charioteer of his father's car, he unhappily distributes to mankind

the heat of Phoebus, now by excessive nearness, and now by withdrawing it too far, and so, lest all beneath

him should be imperilled by the closeness of his driving, justly deserved to be struck by the thunderbolt.

The history of the Greeks as well as Romans shows that there were no famous princes among them who were

devoid of literature. The sacred law of Moses in prescribing to the king a rule of government, enjoins him to

have a copy made of the book of Divine law (Deut. xvii.) according to the copy shown by the priests, in

which he was to read all the days of his life. Certes, God Himself, who hath made and who fashioneth every

day the hearts of every one of us, knows the feebleness of human memory and the instability of virtuous

intentions in mankind. Wherefore He has willed that books should be as it were an antidote to all evil, the

reading and use of which He has commanded to be the healthful daily nourishment of the soul, so that by

them the intellect being refreshed and neither weak nor doubtful should never hesitate in action. This subject

is elegantly handled by John of Salisbury, in his Policraticon. In conclusion, all classes of men who are

conspicuous by the tonsure or the sign of clerkship, against whom books lifted up their voices in the fourth,

It transcends the power of human intellect, however deeply it may have drunk of the Pegasean fount, to

develop fully the title of the present chapter. Though one should speak with the tongue of men and angels,

though he should become a Mercury or Tully, though he should grow sweet with the milky eloquence of

Livy, yet he will plead the stammering of Moses, or with Jeremiah will confess that he is but a boy and

cannot speak, or will imitate Echo rebounding from the mountains. For we know that the love of books is the

same thing as the love of wisdom, as was proved in the second chapter. Now this love is called by the Greek

word philosophy, the whole virtue of which no created intelligence can comprehend; for she is believed to be

the mother of all good things: Wisdom vii. She as a heavenly dew extinguishes the heats of fleshly vices, the

intense activity of the mental forces relaxing the vigour of the animal forces, and slothfulness being wholly

Hence Plato says in the Phaedo: The philosopher is manifest in this, that he dissevers the soul from

communion with the body. Love, says Jerome, the knowledge of the scriptures, and thou wilt not love the

vices of the flesh. The godlike Xenocrates showed this by the firmness of his reason, who was declared by the

famous hetaera Phryne to be a statue and not a man, when all her blandishments could not shake his resolve,

as Valerius Maximus relates at length. Our own Origen showed this also, who chose rather to be unsexed by

the mutilation of himself, than to be made effeminate by the omnipotence of womanthough it was a hasty

remedy, repugnant alike to nature and to virtue, whose place it is not to make men insensible to passion, but

Again, all who are smitten with the love of books think cheaply of the world and wealth; as Jerome says to

Vigilantius: The same man cannot love both gold and books. And thus it has been said in verse:

The hideousness of vice is greatly reprobated in books, so that he who loves to commune with books is led to

detest all manner of vice. The demon, who derives his name from knowledge, is most effectually defeated by

the knowledge of books, and through books his multitudinous deceits and the endless labyrinths of his guile

are laid bare to those who read, lest he be transformed into an angel of light and circumvent the innocent by

his wiles. The reverence of God is revealed to us by books, the virtues by which He is worshipped are more

expressly manifested, and the rewards are described that are promised by the truth, which deceives not,

neither is deceived. The truest likeness of the beatitude to come is the contemplation of the sacred writings, in

which we behold in turn the Creator and the creature, and draw from streams of perpetual gladness. Faith is

established by the power of books; hope is strengthened by their solace, insomuch that by patience and the

consolation of scripture we are in good hope. Charity is not puffed up, but is edified by the knowledge of true

learning, and, indeed, it is clearer than light that the Church is established upon the sacred writings.

Books delight us, when prosperity smiles upon us; they comfort us inseparably when stormy fortune frowns

on us. They lend validity to human compacts, and no serious judgments are propounded without their help.

Arts and sciences, all the advantages of which no mind can enumerate, consist in books. How highly must we

estimate the wondrous power of books, since through them we survey the utmost bounds of the world and

time, and contemplate the things that are as well as those that are not, as it were in the mirror of eternity. In

books we climb mountains and scan the deepest gulfs of the abyss; in books we behold the finny tribes that

may not exist outside their native waters, distinguish the properties of streams and springs and of various

lands; from books we dig out gems and metals and the materials of every kind of mineral, and learn the

virtues of herbs and trees and plants, and survey at will the whole progeny of Neptune, Ceres, and Pluto.

But if we please to visit the heavenly inhabitants, Taurus, Caucasus, and Olympus are at hand, from which

we pass beyond the realms of Juno and mark out the territories of the seven planets by lines and circles. And

finally we traverse the loftiest firmament of all, adorned with signs, degrees, and figures in the utmost variety.

There we inspect the antarctic pole, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard; we admire the luminous Milky

Way and the Zodiac, marvellously and delightfully pictured with celestial animals. Thence by books we pass

on to separate substances, that the intellect may greet kindred intelligences, and with the mind's eye may

discern the First Cause of all things and the Unmoved Mover of infinite virtue, and may immerse itself in

love without end. See how with the aid of books we attain the reward of our beatitude, while we are yet

Why need we say more? Certes, just as we have learnt on the authority of Seneca, leisure without letters is

death and the sepulture of the living, so contrariwise we conclude that occupation with letters or books is the

Again, by means of books we communicate to friends as well as foes what we cannot safely entrust to

messengers; since the book is generally allowed access to the chambers of princes, from which the voice of

its author would be rigidly excluded, as Tertullian observes at the beginning of his Apologeticus. When shut

up in prison and in bonds, and utterly deprived of bodily liberty, we use books as ambassadors to our friends,

and entrust them with the conduct of our cause, and send them where to go ourselves would incur the penalty

of death. By the aid of books we remember things that are past, and even prophesy as to the future; and things

The felicitous studiousness and the studious felicity of the allpowerful eunuch, of whom we are told in the

Acts, who had been so mightily kindled by the love of the prophetic writings that he ceased not from his

reading by reason of his journey, had banished all thought of the populous palace of Queen Candace, and had

forgotten even the treasures of which he was the keeper, and had neglected alike his journey and the chariot

in which he rode. Love of his book alone had wholly engrossed this domicile of chastity, under whose

guidance he soon deserved to enter the gate of faith. O gracious love of books, which by the grace of baptism

transformed the child of Gehenna and nursling of Tartarus into a Son of the Kingdom!

Let the feeble pen now cease from the tenor of an infinite task, lest it seem foolishly to undertake what in the

Just as it is necessary for the state to prepare arms and to provide abundant stores of victuals for the soldiers

who are to fight for it, so it is fitting for the Church Militant to fortify itself against the assaults of pagans and

But because all the appliances of mortal men with the lapse of time suffer the decay of mortality, it is needful

to replace the volumes that are worn out with age by fresh successors, that the perpetuity of which the

individual is by its nature incapable may be secured to the species; and hence it is that the Preacher says: Of

making many books there is no end. For as the bodies of books, seeing that they are formed of a combination

of contrary elements, undergo a continual dissolution of their structure, so by the forethought of the clergy a

remedy should be found, by means of which the sacred book paying the debt of nature may obtain a natural

heir and may raise up like seed to its dead brother, and thus may be verified that saying of Ecclesiasticus: His

father is dead, and he is as if he were not dead; for he hath left one behind him that is like himself. And thus

the transcription of ancient books is as it were the begetting of fresh sons, on whom the office of the father

may devolve, lest it suffer detriment. Now such transcribers are called antiquarii, whose occupations

Cassiodorus confesses please him above all the tasks of bodily labour, adding: "Happy effort," he says,

"laudable industry, to preach to men with the hand, to let loose tongues with the fingers, silently to give

salvation to mortals, and to fight with pen and ink against the illicit wiles of the Evil One." So far

Cassiodorus. Moreover, our Saviour exercised the office of the scribe when He stooped down and with His

finger wrote on the ground (John viii.), that no one, however exalted, may think it unworthy of him to do

O singular serenity of writing, to practise which the Artificer of the world stoops down, at whose dread name

every knee doth bow! O venerable handicraft preeminent above all other crafts that are practised by the

hand of man, to which our Lord humbly inclines His breast, to which the finger of God is applied, performing

the office of a pen! We do not read of the Son of God that He sowed or ploughed, wove or digged; nor did

any other of the mechanic arts befit the divine wisdom incarnate except to trace letters in writing, that every

gentleman and sciolist may know that fingers are given by God to men for the task of writing rather than for

war. Wherefore we entirely approve the judgment of books, wherein they declared in our sixth chapter the

God himself inscribes the just in the book of the living; Moses received the tables of stone written with the

finger of God. Job desires that he himself that judgeth would write a book. Belshazzar trembled when he saw

the fingers of a man's hand writing upon the wall, Mene tekel phares. I wrote, says Jeremiah, with ink in the

book. Christ bids his beloved disciple John, What thou seest write in a book. So the office of the writer is

enjoined on Isaiah and on Joshua, that the act and skill of writing may be commended to future generations.

Christ Himself has written on His vesture and on His thigh King of Kings and Lord of Lords, so that without

writing the royal ornaments of the Omnipotent cannot be made perfect. Being dead they cease not to teach,

who write books of sacred learning. Paul did more for building up the fabric of the Church by writing his

holy epistles, than by preaching by word of mouth to Jews and Gentiles. He who has attained the prize

continues daily by books, what he long ago began while a sojourner upon the earth; and thus is fulfilled in the

doctors writing books the saying of the Prophet: They that turn many to righteousness shall be as the stars for

Moreover, it has been determined by the doctors of the Church that the longevity of the ancients, before God

destroyed the original world by the Deluge, is to be ascribed to a miracle and not to nature; as though God

granted to them such length of days as was required for finding out the sciences and writing them in books;

amongst which the wonderful variety of astronomy required, according to Josephus, a period of six hundred

years, to submit it to ocular observation. Nor, indeed, do they deny that the fruits of the earth in that primitive

age afforded a more nutritious aliment to men than in our modern times, and thus they had not only a livelier

energy of body, but also a more lengthened period of vigour; to which it contributed not a little that they lived

according to virtue and denied themselves all luxurious delights. Whoever therefore is by the good gift of

God endowed with gift of science, let him, according to the counsel of the Holy Spirit, write wisdom in his

time of leisure (Eccles. xxxviii.), that his reward may be with the blessed and his days may be lengthened in

And further, if we turn our discourse to the princes of the world, we find that famous emperors not only

attained excellent skill in the art of writing, but indulged greatly in its practice. Julius Caesar, the first and

greatest of them all, has left us Commentaries on the Gallic and the Civil Wars written by himself; he wrote

also two books De Analogia, and two books of Anticatones, and a poem called Iter; and many other works.

Julius and Augustus devised means of writing one letter for another, and so concealing what they wrote. For

Julius put the fourth letter for the first, and so on through the alphabet; whilst Augustus used the second for

the first, the third for the second, and so throughout. He is said in the greatest difficulties of affairs during the

Mutinensian War to have read and written and even declaimed every day. Tiberius wrote a lyric poem and

some Greek verses. Claudius likewise was skilled in both Greek and Latin, and wrote several books. But

Titus was skilled above all men in the art of writing, and easily imitated any hand he chose; so that he used to

say that if he had wished it he might have become a most skilful forger. All these things are noted by

We are not only rendering service to God in preparing volumes of new books, but also exercising an office of

sacred piety when we treat books carefully, and again when we restore them to their proper places and

commend them to inviolable custody; that they may rejoice in purity while we have them in our hands, and

rest securely when they are put back in their repositories. And surely next to the vestments and vessels

dedicated to the Lord's body, holy books deserve to be rightly treated by the clergy, to which great injury is

done so often as they are touched by unclean hands. Wherefore we deem it expedient to warn our students of

various negligences, which might always be easily avoided and do wonderful harm to books.

And in the first place as to the opening and closing of books, let there be due moderation, that they be not

unclasped in precipitate haste, nor when we have finished our inspection be put away without being duly

But the race of scholars is commonly badly brought up, and unless they are bridled in by the rules of their

elders they indulge in infinite puerilities. They behave with petulance, and are puffed up with presumption,

judging of everything as if they were certain, though they are altogether inexperienced.

You may happen to see some headstrong youth lazily lounging over his studies, and when the winter's frost is

sharp, his nose running from the nipping cold drips down, nor does he think of wiping it with his

pockethandkerchief until he has bedewed the book before him with the ugly moisture. Would that he had

before him no book, but a cobbler's apron! His nails are stuffed with fetid filth as black as jet, with which he

marks any passage that pleases him. He distributes a multitude of straws, which he inserts to stick out in

different places, so that the halm may remind him of what his memory cannot retain. These straws, because

the book has no stomach to digest them, and no one takes them out, first distend the book from its wonted

closing, and at length, being carelessly abandoned to oblivion, go to decay. He does not fear to eat fruit or

cheese over an open book, or carelessly to carry a cup to and from his mouth; and because he has no wallet at

hand he drops into books the fragments that are left. Continually chattering, he is never weary of disputing

with his companions, and while he alleges a crowd of senseless arguments, he wets the book lying half open

in his lap with sputtering showers. Aye, and then hastily folding his arms he leans forward on the book, and

by a brief spell of study invites a prolonged nap; and then, by way of mending the wrinkles, he folds back the

margin of the leaves, to the no small injury of the book. Now the rain is over and gone, and the flowers have

appeared in our land. Then the scholar we are speaking of, a neglecter rather than an inspecter of books, will

stuff his volume with violets, and primroses, with roses and quatrefoil. Then he will use his wet and

perspiring hands to turn over the volumes; then he will thump the white vellum with gloves covered with all

kinds of dust, and with his finger clad in longused leather will hunt line by line through the page; then at the

sting of the biting flea the sacred book is flung aside, and is hardly shut for another month, until it is so full of

But the handling of books is specially to be forbidden to those shameless youths, who as soon as they have

learned to form the shapes of letters, straightway, if they have the opportunity, become unhappy

commentators, and wherever they find an extra margin about the text, furnish it with monstrous alphabets, or

if any other frivolity strikes their fancy, at once their pen begins to write it. There the Latinist and sophister

and every unlearned writer tries the fitness of his pen, a practice that we have frequently seen injuring the

Again, there is a class of thieves shamefully mutilating books, who cut away the margins from the sides to

use as material for letters, leaving only the text, or employ the leaves from the ends, inserted for the

protection of the book, for various uses and abuses a kind of sacrilege which should be prohibited by the

Again, it is part of the decency of scholars that whenever they return from meals to their study, washing

should invariably precede reading, and that no greasestained finger should unfasten the clasps, or turn the

leaves of a book. Nor let a crying child admire the pictures in the capital letters, lest he soil the parchment

with wet fingers; for a child instantly touches whatever he sees. Moreover, the laity, who look at a book

turned upside down just as if it were open in the right way, are utterly unworthy of any communion with

books. Let the clerk take care also that the smutty scullion reeking from his stewpots does not touch the lily

leaves of books, all unwashed, but he who walketh without blemish shall minister to the precious volumes.

And, again, the cleanliness of decent hands would be of great benefit to books as well as scholars, if it were

Whenever defects are noticed in books, they should be promptly repaired, since nothing spreads more quickly

than a tear and a rent which is neglected at the time will have to be repaired afterwards with usury.

Moses, the gentlest of men, teaches us to make bookcases most neatly, wherein they may be protected from

any injury: Take, he says, this book of the law, and put it in the side of the ark of the covenant of the Lord

your God. O fitting place and appropriate for a library, which was made of imperishable shittimwood, and

was all covered within and without with gold! But the Saviour also has warned us by His example against all

unbecoming carelessness in the handling of books, as we read in S. Luke. For when He had read the

scriptural prophecy of Himself in the book that was delivered to Him, He did not give it again to the minister,

until He had closed it with his own most sacred hands. By which students are most clearly taught that in the

Nothing in human affairs is more unjust than that those things which are most righteously done, should be

perverted by the slanders of malicious men, and that one should bear the reproach of sin where he has rather

deserved the hope of honour. Many things are done with singleness of eye, the right hand knoweth not what

the left hand doth, the lump is uncorrupted by leaven, nor is the garment woven of wool and linen; and yet by

the trickery of perverse men a pious work is mendaciously transformed into some monstrous act. Certes, such

is the unhappy condition of sinful nature, that not merely in acts that are morally doubtful it adopts the worse

conclusion; but often it depraves by iniquitous subversion those which have the appearance of rectitude.

For although the love of books from the nature of its object bears the aspect of goodness, yet, wonderful to

say, it has rendered us obnoxious to the censures of many, by whose astonishment we were disparaged and

censured, now for excess of curiosity, now for the exhibition of vanity, now for intemperance of delight in

literature; though indeed we were no more disturbed by their vituperation than by the barking of so many

dogs, satisfied with the testimony of Him to whom it appertaineth to try the hearts and reins. For as the aim

and purpose of our inmost will is inscrutable to men and is seen of God alone, the searcher of hearts, they

deserve to be rebuked for their pernicious temerity, who so eagerly set a mark of condemnation upon human

acts, the ultimate springs of which they cannot see. For the final end in matters of conduct holds the same

position as first principles in speculative science or axioms in mathematics, as the chief of philosophers,

Aristotle, points out in the seventh book of the Ethics. And therefore, just as the truth of our conclusions

depends upon the correctness of our premises, so in matters of action the stamp of moral rectitude is given by

the honesty of aim and purpose, in cases where the act itself would otherwise be held to be morally

Now we have long cherished in our heart of hearts the fixed resolve, when Providence should grant a

favourable opportunity, to found in perpetual charity a Hall in the reverend university of Oxford, the chief

nursing mother of all liberal arts, and to endow it with the necessary revenues, for the maintenance of a

number of scholars; and moreover to enrich the Hall with the treasures of our books, that all and every of

them should be in common as regards their use and study, not only to the scholars of the said Hall, but by

their means to all the students of the beforenamed university for ever, in the form and manner which the

following chapter shall declare. Wherefore the sincere love of study and zeal for the strengthening of the

orthodox faith to the edifying of the Church, have begotten in us that solicitude so marvellous to the lovers of

pelf, of collecting books wherever they were to be purchased, regardless of expense, and of having those that

For as the favourite occupations of men are variously distinguished according to the disposition of the

heavenly bodies, which frequently control our natural composition, so that some men choose to devote

themselves to architecture, others to agriculture, others to hunting, others to navigation, others to war, others

to games, we have under the aspect of Mercury entertained a blameless pleasure in books, which under the

rule of right reason, over which no stars are dominant, we have ordered to the glory of the Supreme Being,

that where our minds found tranquillity and peace, thence also might spring a most devout service of God.

And therefore let our detractors cease, who are as blind men judging of colours; let not bats venture to speak

of light; and let not those who carry beams in their own eyes presume to pull the mote out of their brother's

eye. Let them cease to jeer with satirical taunts at things of which they are ignorant, and to discuss hidden

things that are not revealed to the eyes of men; who perchance would have praised and commended us, if we

It has ever been difficult so to restrain men by the laws of rectitude, that the astuteness of successors might

not strive to transgress the bounds of their predecessors, and to infringe established rules in insolence of

licence. Accordingly, with the advice of prudent men, we have prescribed the manner in which we desire that

the communication and use of our books should be permitted for the benefit of students.

Imprimis, we give and grant all and singular the books, of which we have made a special catalogue, in

consideration of affection, to the community of scholars living in Hall at Oxford, as a perpetual gift, for

our soul and the souls of our parents, and also for the soul of the most illustrious King Edward the Third from

the Conquest, and of the most pious Queen Philippa, his consort: to the intent that the same books may be

lent from time to time to all and singular the scholars and masters of the said place, as well regular as secular,

for the advancement and use of study, in the manner immediately following, that is to say:

Five of the scholars sojourning in the Hall aforesaid shall be appointed by the Master thereof, who shall have

the charge of all the books, of which five persons three and not fewer may lend any book or books for

inspection and study; but for copying or transcribing we direct that no book shall be allowed outside the walls

of the house. Therefore, when any scholar secular or religious, whom for this purpose we regard with equal

favour, shall seek to borrow any book, let the keepers diligently consider if they have a duplicate of the said

book, and if so, let them lend him the book, taking such pledge as in their judgment exceeds the value of the

book delivered, and let a record be made forthwith of the pledge and of the book lent, containing the names

of the persons delivering the book and of the person who receives it, together with the day and year when the

But if the keepers find that the book asked for is not in duplicate, they shall not lend such book to any one

whomsoever, unless he shall belong to the community of scholars of the said Hall, unless perhaps for

inspection within the walls of the aforesaid house or Hall, but not to be carried beyond it.

But to any of the scholars of the said Hall, any book may be lent by three of the aforesaid keepers, after first

recording, however, his name, with the day on which he receives the book. Nevertheless, the borrower may

not lend the book entrusted to him to another, except with the permission of three of the aforesaid keepers,

and then the name of the first borrower being erased, the name of the second with the time of delivery is to be

Each keeper shall take an oath to observe all these regulations when they enter upon the charge of the books.

And the recipients of any book or books shall thereupon swear that they will not use the book or books for

any other purpose but that of inspection or study, and that they will not take or permit to be taken it or them

Moreover, every year the aforesaid keepers shall render an account to the Master of the House and two of his

scholars whom he shall associate with himself, or if he shall not be at leisure, he shall appoint three

inspectors, other than the keepers, who shall peruse the catalogue of books, and see that they have them all,

either in the volumes themselves or at least as represented by deposits. And the more fitting season for

rendering this account we believe to be from the First of July until the festival of the Translation of the

We add this further provision, that anyone to whom a book has been lent, shall once a year exhibit it to the

keepers, and shall, if he wishes it, see his pledge. Moreover, if it chances that a book is lost by death, theft,

fraud, or carelessness, he who has lost it or his representative or executor shall pay the value of the book and

receive back his deposit. But if in any wise any profit shall accrue to the keepers, it shall not be applied to any

Time now clamours for us to terminate this treatise which we have composed concerning the love of books;

in which we have endeavoured to give the astonishment of our contemporaries the reason why we have loved

books so greatly. But because it is hardly granted to mortals to accomplish aught that is not rolled in the dust

of vanity, we do not venture entirely to justify the zealous love which we have so long had for books, or to

deny that it may perchance sometimes have been the occasion of some venial negligence, albeit the object of

our love is honourable and our intention upright. For if when we have done everything, we are bound to call

ourselves unprofitable servants; if the most holy Job was afraid of all his works; if according to Isaiah all our

righteousness is as filthy rags, who shall presume to boast himself of the perfection of any virtue, or deny that

from some circumstance a thing may deserve to be reprehended, which in itself perhaps was not

reprehensible. For good springs from one selfsame source, but evil arises in many ways, as Dionysius informs

us. Wherefore to make amends for our iniquities, by which we acknowledge ourselves to have frequently

offended the Creator of all things, in asking the assistance of their prayers, we have thought fit to exhort our

future students to show their gratitude as well to us as to their other benefactors in time to come by requiting

our forethought for their benefit by spiritual retribution. Let us live when dead in their memories, who have

lived in our benevolence before they were born, and live now sustained by our beneficence. Let them implore

the mercy of the Redeemer with unwearied prayer, that the pious Judge may excuse our negligences, may

pardon the wickedness of our sins, may cover the lapses of our feebleness with the cloak of piety, and remit

by His divine goodness the offences of which we are ashamed and penitent. That He may preserve to us for a

due season of repentance the gifts of His good grace, steadfastness of faith, loftiness of hope, and the widest

charity to all men. That He may turn our haughty will to lament its faults, that it may deplore its past most

vain elations, may retract its most bitter indignations, and detest its most insane delectations. That His virtue

may abound in us, when our own is found wanting, and that He who freely consecrated our beginning by the

sacrament of baptism, and advanced our progress to the seat of the Apostles without any desert of ours, may

deign to fortify our outgoing by the fitting sacraments. That we may be delivered from the lust of the flesh,

that the fear of death may utterly vanish and our spirit may desire to be dissolved and be with Christ, and

existing upon earth in body only, in thought and longing our conversation may be in Heaven. That the Father

of mercies and the God of all consolation may graciously come to meet the prodigal returning from the husks;

that He may receive the piece of silver that has been lately found and transmit it by His holy angels into His

eternal treasury. That He may rebuke with His terrible countenance, at the hour of our departure, the spirits of

darkness, lest Leviathan, that old serpent, lying hid at the gate of death, should spread unforeseen snares for

our feet. But when we shall be summoned to the awful judgmentseat to give an account on the testimony of

conscience of all things we have done in the body, the GodMan may consider the price of the holy blood

that He has shed, and that the Incarnate Deity may note the frame of our carnal nature, that our weakness may

pass unpunished where infinite lovingkindness is to be found, and that the soul of the wretched sinner may

breathe again where the peculiar office of the Judge is to show mercy. And further, let our students be always

diligent in invoking the refuge of our hope after God, the Virgin Mother of God and Blessed Queen of

Heaven, that we who for our manifold sins and wickednesses have deserved the anger of the Judge, by the aid

of her everacceptable supplications may merit His forgiveness; that her pious hand may depress the scale of

the balance in which our small and few good deeds shall be weighed, lest the heaviness of our sins

preponderate and cast us down to the bottomless pit of perdition. Moreover, let them ever venerate with due

observance the most deserving Confessor Cuthbert, the care of whose flock we have unworthily undertaken,

ever devoutly praying that he may deign to excuse by his prayers his allunworthy vicar, and may procure

him whom he hath admitted as his successor upon earth to be made his assessor in Heaven. Finally, let them

pray God with holy prayers as well of body as of soul, that He will restore the spirit created in the image of

the Trinity, after its sojourn in this miserable world, to its primordial prototype, and grant to it for ever to