Getting back to the negative implications of "policy" in the seventeenth century, here is the second stanza of "The World" by Bishop Henry Vaughn (1622-95): The darksome Statesman hung with weights and woe, Like a thick midnight fog, moved there so slow He did nor stay nor go; Condemning thoughts, like sad eclipses, scowl Upon his soul, And clouds of crying witnesses without Pursued him with one shout. Yet digged the mole, and, lest his ways be found, Worked under ground, Where he did clutch his prey; but One did see That policy. Churches and altars fed him, perjuries Were gnats and flies; It rained about him blood and tears, but he Drank them as free. Harold Hungerford On Oct 14, 2004, at 1:10 AM, Robert Paul wrote: I wrote: But iff 'Sandy' uttered or printed the expression in 1599, he's ahead of Cervantes and wins the best policy prize: Volume I of DQ was published in 1605. -------------------------------------- Philosophers and logicians will see the force of this. Robert Paul ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html