IV.

To which I answered: "The things which thou reportest are true, O nurse

of all virtues, and I cannot deny the most speedy course of my

prosperity. But this is that which vexeth me most, when I remember it.

For in all adversity of fortune it is the most unhappy kind of

misfortune to have been happy." "But," quoth she, "thou canst not justly

impute to the things themselves that thou art punished for thy false

opinion. For if this vain name of casual felicity moveth thee, let us

make accompt with how many and how great things thou aboundest.

Wherefore, if that which in all thy revenues of fortune thou esteemest

most precious doth still by God's providence remain safe and untouched,

canst thou, retaining the best, justly complain of misfortune?

But thy father-in-law, Symmachus (that most excellent ornament of

mankind) liveth in safety, and for the obtaining of which thou wouldst

willingly spend thy life, that man wholly framed to wisdom and virtues,

being secure of his own, mourneth for thy injuries. Thy wife liveth,

modest in disposition, eminent in chastity, and, to rehearse briefly all

her excellent gifts, like her father. She liveth, I say, and weary of

her life reserveth her breath only for thee. In which alone even I must

grant that thy felicity is diminished, she consumeth herself with tears

and grief for thy sake.

What should I speak of thy children, which have been Consuls, in whom

already, as in children of that age, their father's or grandfather's

good disposition appeareth? Wherefore, since the greatest care that

mortal men have is to save their lives, O happy man that thou art, if

thou knowest thine own wealth, who still hast remaining those things

which no man doubteth to be dearer than life itself? And therefore cease

weeping. Fortune hath not hitherto showed her hatred against you all,

neither art thou assailed with too boisterous a storm, since those

anchors hold fast which permit neither the comfort of the time present

nor the hope of the time to come to be wanting."

"And I pray God," quoth I, "that they may hold fast, for so long as they

remain, howsoever the world goeth we shall escape drowning. But thou

seest how great a part of our ornaments is lost." "We have gotten a

little ground," quoth she, "if thy whole estate be not irksome unto

thee. But I cannot suffer thy daintiness, who with such lamentation and

anxiety complaineth that something is wanting to thy happiness. For who

hath so entire happiness that he is not in some part offended with the

condition of his estate? The nature of human felicity is doubtful and

uncertain, and is neither ever wholly obtained, or never lasteth always.

One man hath great revenues, but is contemned for his base lineage.

Another's nobility maketh him known, but, oppressed with penury, had

rather be unknown. Some, abounding with both, bewail their life without

marriage. Some other, well married but wanting children, provideth

riches for strangers to inherit. Others, finally, having children,

mournfully bewail the vices which their sons or daughters are given to.

So that scarce any man is pleased with the condition of his fortune. For

there is something in every estate, which without experience is not

known, and being experienced doth molest and trouble. Besides that,

those which are most happy are most sensible,[108] and unless all things

fall out to their liking, impatient of all adversity, every little cross

overthrows them, so small are the occasions which take from the most

fortunate the height of their happiness. How many are there, thinkest

thou, which would think themselves almost in Heaven if they had but the

least part of the remains of thy fortune? This very place, which thou

callest banishment, is to the inhabitants thereof their native land. So

true it is that nothing is miserable but what is thought so, and

contrariwise, every estate is happy if he that bears it be content. Who

is so happy that if he yieldeth to discontent, desireth not to change

his estate? How much bitterness is mingled with the sweetness of man's

felicity, which, though it seemeth so pleasant while it is enjoyed, yet

can it not be retained from going away when it will. And by this it

appeareth how miserable is the blessedness of mortal things, which

neither endureth alway with the contented, nor wholly delighteth the

pensive.

Wherefore, O mortal men, why seek you for your felicity abroad, which is

placed within yourselves? Error and ignorance do confound you. I will

briefly show thee the centre of thy chiefest happiness. Is there

anything more precious to thee than thyself? I am sure thou wilt say,

nothing. Wherefore, if thou enjoyest thyself, thou shalt possess that

which neither thou wilt ever wish to lose nor fortune can take away. And

that thou mayst acknowledge that blessedness cannot consist in these

casual things, gather it thus. If blessedness be the chiefest good of

nature endued with reason, and that is not the chiefest good which may

by any means be taken away, because that which cannot be taken away is

better, it is manifest that the instability of fortune cannot aspire to

the obtaining of blessedness. Moreover, he that now enjoyeth this

brittle felicity, either knoweth it to be mutable or no. If not, what

estate can be blessed by ignorant blindness? And if he knoweth it, he

must needs fear lest he lose that which he doubteth not may be lost,

wherefore continual fear permitteth him not to be happy. Or though he

should lose it, doth he think that a thing of no moment? But so it were

a very small good which he would be content to lose. And because thou

art one whom I know to be fully persuaded and convinced by innumerable

demonstrations that the souls of men are in no wise mortal, and since it

is clear that casual felicity is ended by the body's death, there is no

doubt, if this can cause blessedness, but that all mankind falleth into

misery by death. But if we know many who have sought to reap the fruit

of blessedness, not only by death, but also by affliction and torments,

how can present happiness make men happy, the loss of which causeth not

misery?

[108] _i.e._ sensitive.

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