"When we had laid down beside the spring the landscape became the object of an important conversation: we asked ourselves what - for God’s sake! - may be the reason that when we had arrived at this place one of us turned silent and melancholic as Bellorophon did but Naugerius was about to start singing and was nearly overcome by mania … The problem is ...why the same place impels one towards poetry but the other towards philosophy. The surroundings, surely, are the same: why then do they not evoke the same consequences?"
G. Fracastoro (ca. 1478 - 1553), Naugerius