A man who, in three of four pages of his book, relates more than fifty names of different authors together with their opinions, who has tilled all his work with historical references and entangled apothegms without order, who says that history and poetryc are his meat in the matter of books, who constantly contradicts himself, even in the same chapter, and even when speaking of things he pretends to know best, when he speaks ofthe qualities of his own mind, should this man brag about having more judgment than memory?