Add to these our logicians and sophists, a generation of men more prattling than an echo and
the worst of them able to outchat a hundred of the best picked gossips. And yet their
condition would be much better were they only full of words and not so given to scolding
that they most obstinately hack and hew one another about a matter of nothing and make
such a sputter about terms and words till they have quite lost the sense. And yet they are so
happy in the good opinion of themselves that as soon as they are furnished with two or three
syllogisms, they dare boldly enter the lists against any man upon any point, as not doubting
but to run him down with noise, though the opponent were another Stentor.