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Not like the elemental fire that burns
Joy unexpected, best. Joys unexpected, and in desperate plight, Are still most sweet, and prove from whence they
come ; When earth's still moon-like confidence in joy Is at her full, true joy descending far From past her sphere, and from the highest heaven 10 That moves and is not moved.
Inward help the best help.
30 XLVI. (G.)
FURTHER EXTRACTS FROM THE SAME.
BY THE SAME.
Caro's Speech at Utica to a Senator, who had exprest
fears on his account. Away, Statilius ; how long shall thy love Exceed thy knowledge of ine, and the Gods, Whose rights thou wrong'st for my right? have not I Their powers to guard me, in a cause of theirs ? Their justice and integrity to guard me In what I stand for? he that fears the Gods, For guard of any goodness, all things fears, Earth, seas, and air ; heav'n ; darkness ; broad day
light; Rumour, and silence, and his very shade : And what an aspen soul has such a creature ! 10 How dangerous to his soul is such a fear ; In whose cold fits, is all Heav'n's justice shaken To his faint thoughts ; and all the goodness there, Due to all good men by the Gods' own vows ; Nay, by the firmness of their endless being ; All which shall fail as soon as any one Good to a good man in them: for his goodness Proceeds from them, and is a beam of theirs. O never more, Statilius, may this fear Taint thy bold bosom, for thyself or friend, 20 More than the Gods are fearful to defend.
His thoughts of Death. Poor slaves, how terrible this Death is to them !If men would sleep, they would be wrath with all That interrupt them ; physic take, to take The golden rest it brings; both pay and pray For good and soundest naps : all friends consenting In those kind invocations ; praying all “Good rest the Gods vouchsafo you." But when
Death, Sleep's natural brother, comes, that's nothing worse But better, (being more rich--and keeps the store
Sleep ever fickle, wayward still, and poor),
His Discourse with ATHENODORUS on an After Life.
Cato. As Nature works in all things to an end, So, in the appropriate honour of that end, All things precedent have their natural frame; 10 And therefore is there a proportion Betwixt the ends of those things and their primes : For else there could not be in their creation Always, or for the most part, that firm form In their still like existence, that we In each full creature. What proportion then Hath an immortal with a mortal substance ? And therefore the mortality to which A man is subject, rather is a sleep Than bestial death; since sleep and death are called 20 The twins of nature. For, if absolute death And bestial, seize the body of a man, Then is there no proportion in his parts, (His soul being free from death), which otherwise Retain divine proportion. For, as sleep, No disproportion holds with human souls, But aptly quickens the proportion 'Twixt them and bodies, making bodies fitter To give up forms to souls, which is their end : So death, twin-born of sleep, resolving all
30 Man's body's heavy parts, in lighter nature Makes a re-union with the spritely soul ; When in a second life their beings given, Hold their proportions firm in highest heaven. Athenodorus. Hold you our bodies shall revive ;
resuming Our souls again to heaven?
Cato. Past doubt; though others Think heav'n a world too high for our low reaches. Not knowing the sacred sense of him that sings, “Jove can let down a golden chain from heaven, 40
Which, tied to earth, shall fetch up earth and seas'
His last words.
Greatness in Adversity.
BY THE SAME.
he is a man Of matchless valour, and was ever happy In all encounters, which were still made good
With an mwearied sense of any toil,
Men's Glories eclipsed when they turn Traitors. As when the moon hath comforted the night, 20 And set the world in silver of her light, The planets, asterisms, and whole State of Heaven, In beams of gold descending : all the winds Bound up in caves, charg'd not to drive abroad Their cloudy heads : an universal peace (Proclaim'd in silence) of the quiet earth : Soon as her hot and dry fumes are let loose, Storms and clouds mixing suddenly put out The eyes of all those glories ; the creation Turn'd into Chaos ; and we then desire,
30 For all our joy of life, the death of sleep. So when the glories of our lives (men's loves, Clear consciences, our fames and loyalties), That did us worthy comfort, are eclips'd, Grief and disgrace invade us ; and for all Our night of life besides, our misery craves Dark earth would ope and hide us in our graves.
Opinion of the Scale of Good or Bad. there is no truth of any good To be discern'd on earth ; and, by conversion, Nought therefore simply bad ; but as the stuff 40