“How great the glory which so often comes to those defending the
republic, has not escaped thy knowledge, Hildebrand. The Via Sacra
and the Via Latina recall the same, and the lofty crown of the
Capitol, that mighty seat of empire.... The hidden poison of envy
implants its infirmity in wretched affairs, and brings overthrow only
to such. That thou shouldst be envied, and not envy, beseems thy
skill.... How great the power of the anathema! Whatever Marius and
Julius wrought with the slaughter of soldiers, thou dost with thy
small voice.... What more does Rome owe to the Scipios and the other
Quirites than to thee?”
Perhaps the glyconic metre of this poem was too much for Alphanus. His
awkward constructions, however, constantly reflect classic phrases. And
how naturally his mind reproduced the old pagan--or fundamental
human--views of life, appears again in his admiring sapphics to Romuald,
chief among Salerno’s lawyers:
“Dulcis orator, vehemens gravisque,
Inter omnes causidicos perennem
Gloriam juris tibi, Romoalde,
Prestitit usus.”
Further stanzas follow on Romuald’s wealth, station, and mundane felicity.
Then comes the sudden turn, and Romuald is praised for having spurned them
all:
“Cumque sic felix, ut in orbe sidus
Fulseris, mundum roseo jacentem
Flore sprevisti....”
Apparently Romuald had become a monk:
“Rite fecisti, potiore vita
Perfruiturus.”[306]
This turn of sentiment curiously accorded with the poet’s own fortune and
way of life; for Alphanus, with all his love of antique letters, was also
a monk and an ascetic, of whom a contemporary chronicler tells that in
Lent he ate but twice a week and never slept on a bed. Yet monk, and
occasional ascetic, as he was, the ordinary antique-descended education
and inherited strains of antique feeling made the substratum of his
nature, and this although he could inveigh against the philosophic and
grammatical studies flourishing in a neighbouring monastery, and advise
one of its studious youths to turn from such:
“Si, Transmunde, mihi credis, amice,
His uti studiis desine tandem;
Fac cures monachi scire professum,
Ut vere sapiens esse puteris.”[307]
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