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CONFERENCE XXVIII.
I. What is the greatest Delight of Man. II. Of Cuckoldry.
I. What is the greatest De∣light of Man.
THe Rejoicings of this Season seem to have been appointed at the end of Winter, and entrance of Lent, two times equally sad, though upon different accounts; the one Natural, and the other Canonical. Because Joy is destinated to dilate the Trees, which Sadness shuts up. 'Tis caus'd several wayes. For nothing is pleasing but according to the correspondence which it hath to our Phancy; as Pictures and Musick delight not but by the proportion which they have with the Sight and Hearing. Whence of the two Painters who contended together about the excellence of their skill, he carry'd the prize who before he set to his work took heed to the place from whence it was to be seen. Now the phancies and opinions of Men being so differ∣ent, it is hard to know what is the greatest Joy, considering that the same thing may have correspondence to the Imagination of one, and repugnance to that of another. If a Musitian de∣lights you, you should but ill requite him if you took his instru∣ment and play'd him a lesson; 'tis Money which rejoyces him. He who could not drink his Wine, how excellent soever, unless it were carry'd to him to the Tavern, would have accounted all other delight empty without it. They who at present enjoy their Liberty in the Sea-ports, shew sufficiently what pleasure they take in play. In brief, as many different humours and inclinations as there are, so different will the judgements be upon this question: For even amongst those who place delight in Meats, you will scarce find three together whose Appetites agree. Besides, that who so would judge aright in the case must have tasted of all sorts of delights; yea, of each in its full extent, and with all its conditions requisite.
The Second said, Delight seemes to be the repeated sense of some joy, such as is seen in publick and solemn jollities; as here∣tofore in the Lupercalia and Saturnalia of the Romans, and now in our Carnival. Now Joy is a Passion so lov'd and cherish'd by Man, that we may thereby judge of its value. For as some Men are curious of rarities in Ebeny, others of Sea-shells, some of Antiquities of Marble, Flowers and Pictures, but all gene∣rally desire Gold, and like it well; so you see some valiant; others, studious; others, amorous; many, Sons of the bottle; briefly, this addicted to one action, and he to another; but you see none but loves Joy, what ever shew they make; and those pretended Cato's, each wrinckle of whose Faces is an obelisk, every word a censure, yet become tickled within themselves at the occurrence of pleasant objects, notwithstanding the blame