You seem to me to assume a principle, despotically I may say, that has no manner of probability in it.

Who was ever so blind, in contemplating these subjects, as not to see that the Gods were represented in human form, either by the particular advice of wise men, who thought by those means the more easily to turn the minds of the ignorant from a depravity of manners to the worship of the Gods; or through superstition, which was the cause of their believing that when they were paying adoration to these images they were approaching the Gods themselves.

These conceits were not a little improved by the poets, painters, and artificers; for it would not have been very easy to represent the Gods planning and executing any work in another form, and perhaps this opinion arose from the idea which mankind have of their own beauty.

But do not you, who are so great an adept in physics, see what a soothing flatterer, what a sort of procuress, nature is to herself?
Do you think there is any creature on the land or in the sea that is not highly delighted with its own form?
If it were not so, why would not a bull become enamored of a mare, or a horse of a cow?
Do you believe an eagle, a lion, or a dolphin prefers any shape to its own?
If nature, therefore, has instructed us in the same manner, that nothing is more beautiful than man, what wonder is it that we, for that reason, should imagine the Gods are of the human form?
Do you suppose if beasts were endowed with reason that every one would not give the prize of beauty to his own species?
XXVIII.

Yet, by Hercules (I speak as I think)! though I am fond enough of myself, I dare not say that I excel in beauty that bull which carried Europa.