Michel de Montaigne, Essayes (1571-92; p. 1580-95), trans. John Florio (London: Val. Sims for Edward Blount, 1603):

At what time King Pirrhus came into Italie, after he had survaide the marshalling of the Armie, which the Romanes sent against him: I wos not, said he, what barbarous men these are (for so were the Graecians wont to call all strange nations) but the disposition of this Armie, which I see, is nothing barbarous. (100)

We had need of Topographers to make vs particular narrations of the places they have beene in. (101)

I finde (as farre as I have beene informed) there is nothing in that nation, that is either barbarous or savage, vnlesse men call that barbarisme which is not common to them. As indeed, we have no other ayme of truth and reason, then the example and Idea of the opinions and customes of the countrie we live in. There is ever perfect religion, perfect policie, perfect and compleat vse of all things. They are even savage, as we call those fruites wilde, which nature of hir selfe, and of hir ordinarie progresse hath produced: where as indeede, they are those which our selves have altered by our artificiall divises, and diverted from their common order, we should rather terme savage. In those are the true and most profitable vertues, and naturall properties most lively and vigorous, which in these we have bastardized, applying them to the pleasure of our corrupted taste. And if notwithstanding, in divers fruites of those countries that were never tilled, we shall finde, that in respect of ours they are most excellent, and as delicate vnto our taste; there is no reason, arte should gaine the point of honour of our great and puissant mother Nature. We have so much by our inventions, surcharged the beauties and riches of her workes, that we have altogether over-choaked her. (101-02)

Those nations seeme therefore so barbarous vnto me, because they have received very little fashion from humane wit, and are yet neere their originall naturalitie. The lawes of nature doe yet command them, which are but little bastardized by ours. (102)

Those nations seeme therefore so barbarous vnto me, because they have received very little fashion from humane wit, and are yet neere their originall naturalitie. The lawes of nature doe yet command them, which are but little bastardized by ours, And that with such puritie, as I am sometimes grieved the knowledge of it came no sooner to light, at what time there were men, that better than we could have judged of it. I am sorie, Lycurgus & Plato had it not, for me seemeth that what in those nations we see by experience, doth not onely exceed all the pictures wherewith licentious Poesie hath proudly imbellished the golden age, & al hir quaint inventions to faine a happie condition of man, but also the conception & desire of Philosophie. They could not imagine a genuitie so pure and simple, as we se  by experience; nor ever beleeve our societie might be maintained with so little arte and humane combination. It is a nation, would I answer Plato, that hath no kinde of traffike, no knowledge of Letters, no intelligence of numbers, no name of magistrate, nor of politike superioritie; no vse of service, of riches or of povertie; no contracts, no successions, no partitions, no occupation but idle; no respect of kinred, but common, no apparell but naturall, no manuring of lands, no vse of wine, corne, or mettle. The very words that import lying, falhood, treason, dissimulations, covetousnes, envie, detraction, and pardon, were never heard of amongst them. How dissonant would hee finde his imaginarie common-weath from this perfection? (103)

There was never any opinion found so vnnaturall and immodest, that would excuse treason, treacherie, disloialty, tyrannie, crueltie, and such like, which are our ordinarie faults. We may then well call them barbarous, in regard of reasons rules, but not in respect of vs that exceed them in all kinde of barbarisme. (104)

Surely, in respect of vs these are very savage men: for either they must be so in good sooth, or we must be so indeed: There is a woondrous distance betweene their forme and ours. (106)

All that is not very ill; but what of that? They weare no kinde of breeches nor hosen. (107)

The Canibales and savage people do not so much offend me with roasting and eating of dead bodies, as those, which torment and persecute the living. (238, “Of Crueltie”)

Each severall Nation hath divers customes, fashions and vsages; which, to some others, are not onely vnknowne and strange, but savage, barbarous and wondrous. (“Of Experience,” 609)