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CHAPTER VII.
Guzman de Alfarache, being preferr'd to a Gentlewomans seruice, robs her; Vpon this theft hee is apprehended, and condemned to the Gallies during life.
SO great is the force of Custome, as well in the roughnesse of * 1.1 troubles and afflictions, as in the smooth waters of hap∣pinesse and prosperitie, that some ease in the miserable, doth lighten the loade, and doth in some sort helpe to make them seeme more facill in their sufferance; but the greater burthen lights vpon those that haue liu'd well and happily; there is no griefe to this; comfort hardly takes hold on them: Fortune cannot doe a man more harme, then when she hath inuested him with a habit of Happinesse, to dis-robe him thereof, and that disgracefully: for this vn-expected priuation makes it the more insup∣portable.
This Custome is that vncontrouled Lord, that prescribes, and proscribes Lawes at his pleasure; infirming some, and confirming others; ratifying this, and dis-annulling that. He (like a powerfull Prince) prohibits heere, and establisheth there; and consequently, to that side, where-vnto he leanes, he carries all after him, as well in the pursuit of Vice, as in the practice of Vertue. So that, if he apply himselfe to goodnesse, he easily runneth the dan∣ger of losing it; and adhering to that which is euill, it will hardly afterwards be rooted out. There is no force that can subdue it; but hath power & com∣mand ouer all humane actions.
Some haue called Custome a second Nature; but experience teacheth vs, that its power is greater then that of Nature; For Custome will ouerthrow Nature with her little finger. She is no body in her hands: if she affect sowre and bitter things, with such artifice doth shee conserue and sweeten them; that as if they were not bitter at all, she makes them to become sweet and pleasant. But if she clap in close with Truth, and linke her selfe in League with her, she is then the mightiest Monarch that is, and her Fort is in∣expugnable. Who but she makes the poore Shepheard to liue alone by him∣selfe in the solitarie fields, in the depth of the low Vallies, and on the tops of high Mountaines, amidst Bushes, and Thornes, Woods, and Rocks, op∣posing himselfe against the vnmercifulnesse & cruelty of a sharp and rigorous Winter, suffering terrible Stormes, continuall Raines, bitter Windes, and piercing Ayres? And in the Summer, a parching, and scorching Sunne, which doth as it were rost, and sindge the Trees, burne Stones, and melt Metals? And its force being so great, that it tameth the fiercest and wildest beasts, and those that are most venemous, bridling their fury, and allaying their poi∣son, Time at last ouercommeth Custome; it is he, and none but he, that works vpon it, and to him onely it is subiect.
For comparing Custome with Time, her long and strong prescriptions are * 1.2 but as Spiders webs, made to catch an Elephant: For, if Custome be power∣full, Time is prudent and wife. And as Wit goes beyond Strength; so Time subdueth Custome. After night, comes day; after light, darknesse: They tread one vpon the heeles of another; and the shadow that followes after the body, and growing greater and greater, contests with him for superio∣ritie. The fire wageth warre with the Ayre; the Earth, with the Water, and all the Elements goe together by the eares, and are at a perpetuall en∣mitie one with another. The Sunne generates the Gold, it giues it its