Consolatio ad Apollonium
Plutarch
Plutarch. Plutarch's Morals, Vol. I. Goodwin, William W., editor; Morgan, Matthew, translator. Boston: Little, Brown, and Company; Cambridge: Press of John Wilson and Son, 1874.
Therefore in such accidents, it is but reasonable that they who are in their right senses should avoid both extremes, of being without any passion at all and of having too much; for as the one argues a mind that is obstinate and fierce, so the other doth one that is soft and effeminate.
He therefore hath cast up his accounts the best, who, confining himself within due bounds, hath such ascendant over his temper, as to bear prosperous and adverse fortune with the same equality, whichsoever it is that happens to him in this life. He puts on those resolutions as if he were in a popular government where magistracy is decided by lot; if it luckily falls to his share, he obeys his fortune, but if it passeth him, he doth not repine at it. So we must submit to the dispensation of human affairs, without being uneasy and querulous. Those who cannot do this want prudence and steadiness of mind to bear more happy circumstances; for amongst other things which are prettily said, this is one remarkable precept of Euripides:—
- If Fortune prove extravagantly kind,
- Above its temper do not raise thy mind;
- If she disclaims thee like a jilting dame,
- Be not dejected, but be still the same,
- Like gold unchanged amidst the hottest flame.
For it is the part of a wise and well-educated man, not to be transported beyond himself with any prosperous events, and so, when the scene of fortune changeth, to observe still the comeliness and decency of his morals. For it is the business of a man that lives by rule, either to prevent an evil that threatens him, or, when it is come, to qualify its malignity and make it as little as he can, or put on a masculine brave spirit and so resolve to endure it. For there are four ways that prudence concerns herself about any thing that is good; she is either industrious to acquire or careful to preserve, she either augments or useth it well. These are the measures of prudence, and consequently those of all other virtues, by which we ought to square ourselves in either fortune.
- For no man lives who always happy is.[*](From the Stheneboea of Euripides, Frag. 632.)
And, by Jove, you should not hinder what ought to be done,—
- Those things which in their nature ought to be.[*](From Euripides.)
For, as amongst trees some are very thick with fruit, and some bear none at all; amongst living creatures some are very prolific, and some barren; and as in the sea there is alternate vicissitude of calms and tempests, so in human life there are many and various circumstances which distract a man into divers changes of fortune. One considering this matter hath not said much from the purpose:—
These verses are Menander’s.
- Think not thyself, O Atreus’ son, forlorn;
- Thou always to be happy wast not born.
- Even Agamemnon’s self must be a shade,
- For thou of frail materials art made.
- Sorrow and joy alternately succeed;
- ’spite of thy teeth, the Gods have so decreed.[*](Eurip. Iph. Aul. 29.)
- If thou, O Trophimus, of all mankind,
- Uninterrupted happiness couldst find;
- If when thy mother brought thee forth with pain,
- I)idst this condition of thy life obtain,
- That only prosperous gales thy sails should fill,
- And all things happen ’cording to thy will;
- If any of the Gods did so engage,
- Such usage justly might provoke thy rage,
- Matter for smart resentment might afford,
- For the false Deity did break his word.
- But if thou unexcepted saw’st the light,
- Without a promise of the least delight,
- I say to thee (gravely in tragic style)
- Thou ought to be more patient all the while.
- In short,—and to say more there’s no one can,—
- Which is a name of frailty, thou’rt a man;
- A creature more rejoicing is not found,
- None more dejected creeps upon the ground.
- Though weak, yet he in politics refines,
- Involves himself in intricate designs;
- With nauseous business he himself doth cloy,
- And so the pleasure of his life destroy.
- In great pursuits thou never hast been cross’d
- No disappointments have thy projects lost;
- Nay, such hath been the mildness of thy fate,
- Hast no misfortune had of any rate;
- If Fortune is at any time severe,
- Serene and undisturbed thou must appear.
But though this be the state of all sublunary things, yet such is the extravagant pride and folly of some men, that if they are raised above the common by the greatness of their riches or functions of magistracy, or if they arrive to any eminent charge in the commonwealth, they presently swell with the titles of their honor, and threaten and insult over their inferiors; never considering what a treacherous Goddess Fortune is, and how easy a revolution it is for things that are uppermost to be thrown down from their height and for humble things to be exalted, and that these changes of Fortune are performed quickly and in the swiftest moments of time. To seek for any certainty therefore in that which is uncertain is the part of those who judge not aright of things:—
- Like to a wheel that constantly goes round,
- One part is up whilst t’other’s on the ground.
But the most sovereign remedy against sorrow is our reason, and out of this arsenal we may arm ourselves with defence against all the casualties of life; for every one ought to lay down this as a maxim, that not only is he himself mortal in his nature, but life itself decays, and things are easily changed into quite the contrary to what they are; for our bodies are made up of perishing ingredients. Our fortunes and our passions too are subject to the same mortality; indeed all things in this world are in perpetual flux,—
It is an expression of Pindar, that we are held to the dark bottom of hell by necessities as hard as iron. And Euripides says:—
- Which no man can avoid with all his care.[*](Il. XII. 327.)
And also:—
- No worldly wealth is firm and sure;
- But for a day it doth endure.[*](Eurip. Phoeniss. 558.)
Demetrius Phalereus affirms that this was truly said, but that the poet had been more in the right if for a single day he had put only a moment of time.
- From small beginnings our misfortunes grow,
- And little rubs our feet do overthrow;
- A single day is able down to cast
- Some things from height, and others raise as fast.[*](From the Ino of Euripides.)
And Pindar hath it in another place,
- For earthly fruits and mortal men’s estate
- Turn round about in one and selfsame rate;
- Some live, wax strong, and prosper day by day,
- While others are cast down and fade away.From the Ino of Euripides.
He used an artificial and very perspicuous hyperbole to draw human life in its genuine colors; for what is weaker than a shadow? Or what words can be found out whereby to express a shadow’s dream? Crantor hath something consonant to this, when, condoling Hippocles upon the loss of his children, he speaks after this manner:—
- What are we, what are we not?
- Man is but a shadow’s dream.Pindar, Pyth. VIII. 135.
These are the things which all the old philosophers talk of and have instructed us in; which though we do not agree to in every particular, yet this hath too sharp a truth in it, that our life is painful and full of difficulties; and if it doth not labor with them in its own nature, yet we ourselves have infected it with that corruption. For the inconstancy of Fortune joined us at the beginning of our journey, and hath accompanied us ever since; so that it can produce nothing that is sound or comfortable unto us; and the bitter potion was mingled for us as soon as we were born. For the principles of our nature being mortal is the cause that our judgment is depraved, that diseases, cares, and all those fatal inconveniences afflict mankind.
But what need of this digression? Only that we may be made sensible that it is no unusual thing if a man be unfortunate; but we are all subject to the same calamity. For as Theophrastus saith, Fortune surpriseth us unawares, robs us of those things we have got by the sweat of our
industry, and spoils the gaudy appearance of a prosperous condition; and this she doth when she pleaseth, not being stinted to any periods of time. These and things of the like nature it is easy for a man to ponder with himself, and to hearken to the sayings of ancient and wise men; among whom divine Homer is the chief, who sung after this manner:—And in another place:—
- Of all that breathes or grovelling creeps on earth,
- Most man is vain! calamitous by birth:
- To-day, with power elate, in strength he blooms;
- The haughty creature on that power presumes:
- Anon from Heaven a sad reverse he feels;
- Untaught to bear, ’gainst Heaven the wretch rebels.
- For man is changeful, as his bliss or woe;
- Too high when prosperous, when distress’d too low.Odyss. XVIII. 130.
How prettily he managed this image of human life appears from what he hath said in another place:—
- What or from whence I am, or who my sire
- (Replied the chief), can Tydeus’ son enquire?
- Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,
- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;
- Another race the following spring supplies;
- They fall successive, and successive rise.
- So generations in their course decay;
- So flourish these, when those are past away.Il. VI. 145.
- For what is man? Calamitous by birth,
- They owe their life and nourishment to earth;
- Like yearly leaves, that now with beauty crown’d,
- Smile on the sun, now wither on the ground.Il. XXI. 463.
When Pausanias the king of Sparta was frequently bragging of his performances, and bidding Simonides the lyric poet in raillery to give him some wise precept, he, knowing the vain-glory of him that spoke, admonished him to remember that he was a man. Philip the king of Macedon, when he had received three despatches of good news at the same time, of which the first was that his chariots
had won the victory in the Olympic games, the second, that his general Parmenio had overcome the Dardanians in fight, and the third, that his wife Olympias had brought him forth an heir,—lifting up his eyes to heaven, he passionately cried out, Propitious Daemon! let the affliction be moderate by which thou intendest to be even with me for this complicated happiness. Theramenes, one of the thirty tyrants of Athens, when he alone was preserved from the ruins of a house that fell upon the rest of his friends as they were sitting at supper, and all came about him to congratulate him on his escape,—broke out in an emphatical accent, Fortune! for what calamity dost thou reserve me? And not long after, by the command of his fellow-tyrants, he was tormented to death.