SECT. II.
TO explore the Cheif Grounds, or Reasons of this great Varietie of Sects in Philosophy; we need search no further, then the exceed∣ing Obscurity of Nature, the Dimness and imperfection of our Understanding, the Irregularity of our Curiosity.
Of the First, they only can doubt, who are too stupid to enquire.* 1.1 For, Nature is an immense Ocean, wherein are no Shallows, but all Depths: and those ingenious Persons, who have but once attempted her with the sounding line of Reason, will soon confess their despair of pro∣founding her, and with the judicious Sanchez sadly exclaim; Una Scien∣tia sufficit toti orbi: nec tamen totus hic ei sufficit. Mihi vel minima mun∣di res totius vitae contemplationi sat est superque: nec tamen tandem eam spero me nosse posse: nor can they dislike the opinion of the Academicks and Pyrrhonicks, that all things are Incomprehensible.
And (as for the second) if Nature were not invelloped in so dense a Cloud of Abstrusity, but should unveil her self,* 1.2 and expose all her beuteous parts naked to our speculation: yet are not the Opticks of our Mind either clear or strong enough to discern them. Men in∣deed fancy themselves to be Eagles; but really are grovelling Moles, uncessantly labouring for light: which at ••irst glimpse perstringeth their eyes, and all they discover thereby, is their own native Blindness. Naturae mysteria etiamsi ••ille facibus revelentur, arbitrantium oculis numquam tota excipientur: restabit semper quod quaeras; & quo plus scies, eo plura à te ignorari miraberis. This meditation, we confess, hath frequently stooped our ambitious thoughts, dejected us even to a contempt of our own na∣ture, and put us to a stand in the midst of our most eager pursuit of Sci∣ence: insomuch that had not the inhaerent Curiosity of our Genius sharply spurred us on again, we had totally desisted, and sate down in this resolution; for the future to admire, and perhaps envy the happy serenity of their Condition, who never disquiet and perplex their minds with fruitless scrutiny, but think themselves wise enough, while they acquiesce in the single satisfaction of their Senses. Nor do we look ever to have our Studies wholly free from this Damp: but expect to be surprised with many a cold fit, even then when our Cogitations shall be most ardent and pleasing. And to acknowledge our pensive sense of this Discouragement, is it that we have chosen this for our Motto:
Quo magis quaerimus▪ magis dubitamus.But lest this our despair prove contagious, and infect our Reader, and He either shut up our Book, or smilingly demand of us, to what