The Golden Sayings of Epictetus, with the Hymn of CleanthesEpictetus
Religion
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus, with the Hymn of Cleanthes
Epictetus
Philosophy; Stoics
Why, tell me what profit a wrestler gains from him who exercises him
beforehand? The very greatest: he trains me in the practice of
endurance, of controlling my temper, of gentle ways. You deny it. What,
the man who lays hold of my neck, and disciplines loins and shoulders,
does me good, . . . while he that trains me to keep my temper does me
none? This is what it means, not knowing how to gain advantage from
men! Is my neighbour bad? Bad to himself, but good to me: he brings my
good temper, my gentleness into play. Is my father bad? Bad to himself,
but good to me. This is the rod of Hermes; _touch what you will with
it_, they say, _and it becomes gold_. Nay, but bring what you will and
I will transmute it into Good. Bring sickness, bring death, bring
poverty and reproach, bring trial for life—all these things through the
rod of Hermes shall be turned to profit.
CVII
Till then these sound opinions have taken firm root in you, and you
have gained a measure of strength for your security, I counsel you to
be cautious in associating with the uninstructed. Else whatever
impressions you receive upon the tablets of your mind in the School
will day by day melt and disappear, like wax in the sun. Withdraw then
somewhere far from the sun, while you have these waxen sentiments.
CVIII
We must approach this matter in a different way; it is great and
mystical: it is no common thing; nor given to every man. Wisdom alone,
it may be, will not suffice for the care of youth: a man needs also a
certain measure of readiness—an aptitude for the office; aye, and
certain bodily qualities; and above all, to be counselled of God
Himself to undertake this post; even as He counselled Socrates to fill
the post of one who confutes error, assigning to Diogenes the royal
office of high reproof, and to Zeno that of positive instruction.
Whereas _you_ would fain set up for a physician provided with nothing
but drugs! Where and how they should be applied you neither know nor
care.
CIX
If what charms you is nothing but abstract principles, sit down and
turn them over quietly in your mind: but never dub yourself a
Philosopher, nor suffer others to call you so. Say rather: He is in
error; for my desires, my impulses are unaltered. I give in my adhesion
to what I did before; nor has my mode of dealing with the things of
sense undergone any change.
CX
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