L. Annaeus Seneca on BenefitsSeneca, Lucius Annaeus
Philosophy
L. Annaeus Seneca on Benefits
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus
Benevolence; Classical literature; Conduct of life; Essays
were omitted, you would not doubt was pronounced, by one who opposed and
hated him? Enemies in war have sometimes wished to capture certain
towns in order to spare them, or to conquer certain persons in order
to pardon, them, yet these were the wishes of enemies, and what was the
kindest part of them began by cruelty. Finally, what sort of prayers do
you think those can be which he, on whose behalf they are made, hopes
more earnestly than any one else may not be granted? In hoping that
the gods may injure a man, and that you may help him, you deal most
dishonourably with him, and you do not treat the gods themselves fairly,
for you give them the odious part to play, and reserve the generous one
for yourself: the gods must do him wrong in order that you may do him
a service. If you were to suborn an informer to accuse a man, and
afterwards withdrew him, if you engaged a man in a law suit and
afterwards gave it up, no one would hesitate to call you a villain: what
difference does it make, whether you attempt to do this by chicanery
or by prayer, unless it be that by prayer you raise up more powerful
enemies to him than by the other means? You cannot say "Why, what harm
do I do him?" your prayer is either futile or harmful, indeed it is
harmful even though nothing comes of it. You do your friend wrong by
wishing him harm: you must thank the gods that you do him no harm. The
fact of your wishing it is enough: we ought to be just as angry with you
as if you had effected it.
XXVIII. "If," argues our adversary, "my prayers had any efficacy, they
would also have been efficacious to save him from danger." In the first
place, I reply, the danger into which you wish me to fall is certain,
the help which I should receive is uncertain. Or call them both certain;
it is that which injures me that comes first. Besides, YOU understand
the terms of your wish; _I_ shall be tossed by the storm without being
sure that I have a haven of rest at hand.
Think what torture it must have been to me, even if I receive your help,
to have stood in need of it: if I escape safely, to have trembled for
myself; if I be acquitted, to have had to plead my cause. To escape from
fear, however great it may be, can never be so pleasant as to live in
sound unassailable safety. Pray that you may return my kindnesses when I
need their return, but do not pray that I may need them. You would have
done what you prayed for, had it been in your power.
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