Plutarch's essays and miscellanies, Vol. 2 (of 5) : $b Comprising all his works collected under the title of "Morals"Plutarch
Philosophy
Plutarch's essays and miscellanies, Vol. 2 (of 5) : $b Comprising all his works collected under the title of "Morals"
Plutarch
Classical literature; Essays; Ethics; Philosophy
When Mnesiphilus had discoursed after this manner, in comes Chersias
the poet, whom Periander had lately pardoned and received into favor
upon Chilo’s mediation. Saith Chersias: Does not Jupiter distribute
to the Gods their proportion and dividend sparingly and severally, as
Agamemnon did to his commanders when his guests drank to one another?
If, O Chersias, quoth Cleodemus, as you narrate, certain doves bring
him his ambrosia every meal, flying with a world of hardship through
the rocks called _Planctae_ (or _wandering_), can you blame
him for his sparingness and frugality and dealing out to his guests by
measure?
14. I am satisfied, quoth Chersias, and since we are fallen upon our
old discourse of housekeeping, which of the company can remember what
remains to be said thereof? There remains, if I mistake not, to show
what that measure is which may content any man. Cleobulus answered: The
law has prescribed a measure for wise men; but as touching fools, I
will tell you a story I once heard my mother relate to my brother. On a
certain time the moon begged of her mother a coat that would fit her.
How can that be done, quoth the mother, for sometimes you are full,
sometimes the one-half of you seems lost and perished, sometimes only
a pair of horns appear. So, my Chersias, to the desires of a foolish
immoderate man no certain measure can be fitted; for, according to
the ebbings and flowings of his lust and appetite, and the frequent
or seldom casualties that befall him, accordingly his necessities
ebb or flow, not unlike Esop’s dog, who, being pinched and ready to
starve with cold in winter, was of mind to build himself a house; but
when summer came on, he lay all along upon the ground, and stretching
himself in the sun thought himself monstrous big, and thought it a
needless thing and besides no small piece of work to build him a house
proportionable to that bulk and bigness. And do you not observe, O
Chersias, continues he, many poor men,—how one while they pinch their
bellies, upon what short commons they live, how sparing and niggardly
and miserable they are; and another while you may observe the same
men as distrustful and covetous withal, as if the plenty of city and
country, the riches of king and kingdom were not sufficient to preserve
them from want and beggary.
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