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Title: Treatises on Friendship and Old Age 

Author: Marcus Tullius Cicero

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Treatises on Friendship and Old Age 

by Marcus Tullius Cicero 




Translated by E S Shuckburgh




INTRODUCTORY NOTE

MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO, the greatest of Roman orators and
the chief master of Latin prose style, was born at Arpinum, Jan.
3,106 B.C. His father, who was a man of property and belonged
to the class of the "Knights," moved to Rome when Cicero was a
child; and the future statesman received an elaborate education in
rhetoric, law, and philosophy, studying and practising under some
of the most noted teachers of the time.  He began his career as an
advocate at the age of twenty-five, and almost immediately came
to be recognized not only as a man of brilliant talents but also as a
courageous upholder of justice in the face of grave political
danger.  After two years of practice he left Rome to travel in
Greece and Asia, taking all the opportunities that offered to study
his art under distinguished masters.  He returned to Rome greatly
improved in health and in professional skill, and in 76 B. C. was
elected to the office of quaestor. He was assigned to the province
of Lilybarum in Sicily, and the vigor and justice of his
administration earned him the gratitude of the inhabitants. It was
at their request that he undertook in 70 B. C. the Prosecution of
Verres, who as Praetor had subjected the Sicilians to incredible
extortion and oppression; and his successful conduct of this case,
which ended in the conviction and banishment of Verres, may be
said to have launched him on his political career. He became
aedile in the same year, in 67 B.C. praetor, and in 64 B. C. was
elected consul by a large majority. The most important event of the
year of his consulship was the conspiracy of Catiline. This
notorious criminal of patrician rank had conspired with a number
of others, many of them young men of high birth but dissipated
character, to seize the chief offices of the state, and to extricate
themselves from the pecuniary and other difficulties that had
resulted from their excesses, by the wholesale plunder of the city. 
The plot was unmasked by the vigilance of Cicero, five of the
traitors were summarily executed, and in the overthrow of the
army that had been gathered in their support Catiline himself
perished. Cicero regarded himself as the savior of his country, and
his country for the moment seemed to give grateful assent.

But reverses were at hand. During the existence of the political
combination of Pompey, Caesar, and Crassus, known as the first
triumvirate, P. Clodius, an enemy of Cicero's, proposed a law
banishing "any one who had put Roman citizens to death without
trial." This was aimed at Cicero on account of his share in the
Catiline affair, and in March, 58 B. C., he left Rome. The same
day a law was passed by which he was banished by name, and his
property was plundered and destroyed, a temple to Liberty being
erected on the site of his house in the city. During his exile
Cicero's manliness to some extent deserted him. He drifted from
place to place, seeking the protection of officials against
assassination, writing letters urging his supporters to agitate for his
recall, sometimes accusing them of lukewarmness and even
treachery, bemoaning the ingratitude of his' country or regretting
the course of action that had led to his outlawry, and suffering
from extreme depression over his separation from his wife and
children and the wreck of his political ambitions. Finally in
August, 57 B. C., the decree for his restoration was passed, and he
returned to Rome the next month, being received with immense
popular enthusiasm. During the next few years the renewal of the
understanding  among the triumvirs shut Cicero out from any
leading part in politics, and he resumed his activity in the
law-courts, his most important case being, perhaps, the defence of
Milo for the murder. of Clodius, Cicero's most troublesome
enemy.  This oration, in the revised form in which it has come
down to us, is ranked as among the finest specimens of the art of
the orator, though in its original form it failed to secure Milo's
acquittal. Meantime, Cicero was also devoting much time to
literary composition, and his letters show great dejection over the
political situation, and a somewhat wavering attitude towards the
various parties in the state. In 55 B. C. he went to Cilicia in Asia
Minor as proconsul, an office which he administered with
efficiency and integrity in civil affairs and with success in military.
He returned to Italy in the end of the following year, and he was
publicly thanked by the senate for his services, but disappointed in
his hopes for a triumph.  The war for supremacy between Caesar
and Pompey which had for some time been gradually growing
more certain, broke out in 49 B.C., when Caesar led his army
across the Rubicon, and Cicero after much irresolution threw in his
lot with Pompey, who was overthrown the next year in the battle
of Pharsalus and later murdered in Egypt. Cicero returned to Italy,
where Caesar treated him magnanimously, and for some time he
devoted himself to philosophical and rhetorical writing.  In 46 B.C.
he divorced his wife Terentia, to whom he had been married for
thirty years and married the young and wealthy Publilia in order to
relieve himself from financial difficulties; but her also he shortly
divorced.  Caesar, who had now become supreme in Rome, was
assassinated in 44 B.C., and though Cicero was not a sharer in the
conspiracy, he seems to have approved the deed. In the confusion
which followed he supported the cause of the conspirators against
Antony; and when finally the triumvirate of Antony, Octavius, and
Lepidus was established, Cicero was included among the
proscribed, and on December 7, 43 B.C., he was killed by agents
of Antony. His head and hand were cut off and exhibited at Rome.

The most important orations of the last months of his life were the
fourteen "Philippics" delivered against Antony, and the price of
this enmity he paid with his life.

To his contemporaries Cicero was primarily the great forensic and
political orator of his time, and the fifty-eight speeches which have
come down to us bear testimony to the skill, wit, eloquence, and
Passion which gave him his pre-eminence.  But these speeches of
necessity deal with the minute details of the occasions which
called them forth, and so require for their appreciation a full
knowledge of the history, political and personal, of the time. The
letters, on the other hand, are less elaborate both in style and in the
handling of current events, while they serve to reveal his
personality, and to throw light upon Roman life in the last days of
the Republic in an extremely vivid fashion.  Cicero as a man, in
spite of his self-importance, the vacillation of his political conduct
in desperate crises, and the whining despondency of his times of
adversity, stands out as at bottom a patriotic Roman of substantial
honesty, who gave his life to check the inevitable fall of the
commonwealth to which he was devoted. The evils which were
undermining the Republic bear so many striking resemblances to
those which threaten the civic and national life of America to-day
that the interest of the period is by no means merely historical.

As a philosopher, Cicero's most important function was to make
his countrymen familiar with the main schools of Greek thought.
Much of this writing is thus of secondary interest to us in
comparison with his originals, but in the fields of religious theory
and of the application of philosophy to life he made important
first-hand contributions.  From these works have been selected the
two treatises, on Old Age and on Friendship, which have proved of
most permanent and widespread interest to posterity, and which
give a clear impression of the way in which a high-minded Roman
thought about some of the main problems' of human life.

On Friendship
by Marcus Tullius Cicero translated by E. S. Shuckburgh

THE augur Quintus Mucius Scaevola used to recount a number of
stories about his father-in-law Galus Laelius, accurately
remembered and charmingly told; and whenever he talked about
him always gave him the title of "the wise" without any hesitation.
I had been introduced by my father to Scaevola as soon as I had
assumed the _toga virilis_, and I took advantage of the
introduction never to quit the venerable man's side as long as I was
able to stay and he was spared to us.  The consequence was that I
committed to memory many disquisitions of his, as well as many
short pointed apophthegms, and, in short, took as much advantage
of his wisdom as I could. When he died, I attached myself to
Scaevola the Pontifex, whom I may venture to call quite the most
distinguished of our countrymen for ability and uprightness.  But
of this latter I shall take other occasions to speak. To return to
Scaevola the augur. Among many other occasions I particularly
remember one. He was sitting on a semicircular garden-bench, as
was his custom, when I and a very few intimate friends were there,
and he chanced to turn the conversation upon a subject which
about that time was in many people's mouths.  You must
remember, Atticus, for you were very intimate with Publius
Sulpicius, what expressions of astonishment, or even indignation,
were called forth by his mortal quarrel, as tribune, with the consul
Quintus Pompeius, with whom he had formerly lived on terms of
the closest intimacy and affection. Well, on this occasion,
happening to mention this particular circumstance, Scaevola
detailed to us a discourse of Laelius on friendship delivered to
himself and Laelius's other son-in-law Galus Fannius, son of
Marcus Fannius, a few days after the death of Africanus. The
points of that discussion I committed to memory, and have
arranged them in this book at my own discretion.  For I have
brought the speakers, as it were, personally on to my stage to
prevent the constant "said I" and "said he" of a narrative, and to
give the discourse the air of being orally delivered in our hearing.

You have often urged me to write something on Friendship, and I
quite acknowledged that the subject seemed one worth everybody's
investigation, and specially suited to the close intimacy that has
existed between you and me. Accordingly I was quite ready to
benefit the public at your request.

As to the _dramatis personae_. In the treatise on Old Age, which I
dedicated to you, I introduced Cato as chief speaker. No one, I
thought, could with greater propriety speak on old age than one
who had been an old man longer than any one else, and had been
exceptionally vigorous in his old age. Similarly, having learnt from
tradition that of all friendships that between Gaius Laelius and
Publius Scipio was the most remarkable, I thought Laelius was just
the person to support the chief part in a discussion on friendship
which Scaevola remembered him to have actually taken.
Moreover, a discussion of this sort gains somehow in weight from
the authority of men of ancient days, especially if they happen to
have been distinguished.  So it comes about that in reading over
what I have myself written I have a feeling at times that it is
actually Cato that is speaking, not I.

Finally, as I sent the former essay to you as a gift from one old
man to another, so I have dedicated this _On Friendship_ as a most
affectionate friend to his friend. In the former Cato spoke, who
was the oldest and wisest man of his day; in this Laelius speaks on
friendship-Laelius, who was at once a wise man (that was the title
given him) and eminent for his famous friendship.  Please forget
me for a while; imagine Laelius to be speaking.

Gaius Fannius and Quintus Mucius come to call on their
father-in-law after the death of Africanus. They start the subject;
Laelius answers them.  And the whole essay on friendship is his. In
reading it you will recognise a picture of yourself.

2. _Fannius_. You are quite right, Laelius! there never was a better
or more illustrious character than Africanus. But you should
consider that at the present moment all eyes are on you. Everybody
calls you "the wise" _par excellence_, and thinks you so. The same
mark of respect was lately paid Cato, and we know that in the last
generation Lucius Atilius was called "the wise."  But in both cases
the word was applied with a certain difference. Atilius was so
called from his reputation as a jurist; Cato got the name as a kind
of honorary title and in extreme old age because of his varied
experience of affairs, and his reputation for foresight and firmness,
and the sagacity of the opinions which he delivered in senate and
forum.  You, however, are regarded as  wise  in a somewhat
different sense not alone on account of natural ability and
character, but also from your industry and learning; and not in the
sense in which the vulgar, but that in which scholars, give that
title.  In this sense we do not read of any one being called wise in
Greece except one man at Athens; and he, to be sure, had been
declared by the oracle of Apollo also to be "the supremely wise
man." For those who commonly go by the name of the Seven
Sages are not admitted into the category of the wise by fastidious
critics.  Your wisdom people believe to consist in this, that you
look upon yourself as self-sufficing and regard the changes and
chances of mortal life as powerless to affect your virtue. 
Accordingly they are always asking me, and doubtless also our
Scaevola here, how you bear the death of Africanus.  This curiosity
has been the more excited from the fact that on the Nones of this
month, when we augurs met as usual in the suburban villa of
Decimus Brutus for consultation, you were not present, though it
had always been your habit to keep that appointment and perform
that duty with the utmost punctuality.

_Scaevola_. Yes, indeed, Laelius, I am often asked the question
mentioned by Fannius.  But I answer in accordance with what I
have observed: I say that you bear in a reasonable manner the grief
which you have sustained in the death of one who was at once a
man of the most illustrious character and a very dear friend.  That
of course you could not but be affected-anything else would have
been wholly unnatural in a man of your gentle nature-but that the
cause of your non-attendance at our college meeting was illness,
not melancholy.

_Laelius_.  Thanks, Scaevola!  You are quite right; you spoke the
exact truth. For in fact I had no right to allow myself to be
withdrawn from a duty which I had regularly performed, as long as
I was well, by any personal misfortune; nor do I think that anything
that can happen will cause a man of principle to intermit a duty.
As for your telling me, Fannius, of the honourable appellation
given me (an appellation to which I do not recognise my title, and
to which I make no claim), you doubtless act from feelings of
affection; but I must say that you seem to me to do less than justice
to Cato. If any one was ever "wise,"-of which I have my doubts,-he
was.  Putting aside everything else, consider how he bore his son's
death! I had not forgotten Paulus; I had seen with my own eyes
Gallus.  But they lost their sons when mere children; Cato his
when he was a full-grown man with an assured reputation.  Do not
therefore be in a hurry to reckon as Cato's superior even that same
famous personage whom Apollo, as you say, declared to be "the
wisest."  Remember the former's reputation rests on deeds, the
latter's on words.

3. Now, as far as I am concerned (I speak to both of you now),
believe me the case stands thus. If I were to say that I am not
affected by regret for Scipio, I must leave the philosophers to
justify my conduct, but in point of fact I should be telling a lie.
Affected of course I am by the loss of a friend as I think there will
never be again, such as I can fearlessly say there never was before. 
But I stand in no need of medicine. I can find my own consolation,
and it consists chiefly in my being free from the mistaken notion
which generally causes pain at the departure of friends. To Scipio I
am convinced no evil has befallen  mine is the disaster, if disaster
there be; and to be severely distressed at one's own misfortunes
does not show that you love your friend, but that you love yourself.

As for him, who can say that all is not more than well? For, unless
he had taken the fancy to wish for immortality, the last thing of
which he ever thought, what is there for which mortal man may
wish that he did not attain? In his early manhood he more than
justified by extraordinary personal courage the hopes which his
fellow-citizens had conceived of him as a child. He never was a
candidate for the consulship, yet was elected consul twice: the first
time before the legal age; the second at a time which, as far as he
was concerned, was soon enough, but was near being too late for
the interests of the State. By the overthrow of two cities which
were the most bitter enemies of our Empire, he put an end not only
to the wars then raging, but also to the possibility of others in the
future.  What need to mention the exquisite grace of his manners,
his dutiful devotion to his mother, his generosity to his sisters, his
liberality to his relations, the integrity of his conduct to every one? 
You know all this already.  Finally, the estimation in which his
fellow-citizens held him has been shown by the signs of mourning
which accompanied his obsequies.  What could such a man have
gained by the addition of a few years? Though age need not be a
burden,-as I remember Cato arguing in the presence of myself and
Scipio two years before he died,-yet it cannot but take away the
vigour and freshness which Scipio was still enjoying. We may
conclude therefore that his life, from the good fortune which had
attended him and the glory he had obtained, was so circumstanced
that it could not be bettered, while the suddenness of his death
saved him the sensation of dying.  As to the manner of his death it
is difficult to speak; you see what people suspect.  Thus much,
however, I may say: Scipio in his lifetime saw many days of
supreme triumph and exultation, but none more magnificent than
his last, on which, upon the rising of the Senate, he was escorted
by the senators and the people of Rome, by the allies, and by the
Latins, to his own door. From such an elevation of popular esteem
the next step seems naturally to be an ascent to the gods above,
rather than a descent to Hades.

4. For I am not one of these modern philosophers who maintain
that our souls perish with our bodies, and that death ends all. With
me ancient opinion has more weight: whether it be that of our own
ancestors, who attributed such solemn observances to the dead, as
they plainly would not have done if they had believed them to be
wholly annihilated; or that of the philosophers who once visited
this country, and who by their maxims and doctrines educated
Magna Graecia, which at that time was in a flourishing condition,
though it has now been ruined; or that of the man who was
declared by Apollo's oracle to be "most wise," and who used to
teach without the variation which is to be found in most
philosophers that "the souls of men are divine, and that when they
have quitted the body a return to heaven is open to them, least
difficult to those who have been most virtuous and just." This
opinion was shared by Scipio.  Only a few days before his death-as
though he had a presentiment of what was coming-he discoursed
for three days on the state of the republic. The company consisted
of Philus and Manlius and several others, and I had brought you,
Scaevola, along with me.  The last part of his discourse referred
principally to the immortality of the soul; for he told us what he
had heard from the elder Africanus in a dream.  Now if it be true
that in proportion to a man's goodness the escape from what may
be called the prison and bonds of the flesh is easiest, whom can we
imagine to have had an easier voyage to the gods than Scipio? I am
disposed to think, therefore, that in his case mourning would be a
sign of envy rather than of friendship. If, however, the truth rather
is that the body and soul perish together, and that no sensation
remains, then though there is nothing good in death, at least there
is nothing bad. Remove sensation, and a man is exactly as though
he had never been born; and yet that this man was born is a joy to
me, and will be a subject of rejoicing to this State to its last hour.

Wherefore, as I said before, all is as well as possible with him. Not
so with me; for as I entered life before him, it would have been
fairer for me to leave it also before him. Yet such is the pleasure I
take in recalling our friendship, that I look upon my life as having
been a happy one because I have spent it with Scipio.  With him I
was associated in public and private business; with him I lived in
Rome and served abroad; and between us there was the most
complete harmony in our tastes, our pursuits, and our sentiments,
which is the true secret of friendship. It is not therefore in that
reputation for wisdom mentioned just now by Fannius-especially
as it happens to be groundless-that I find my happiness so much, as
in the hope that the memory of our friendship will be lasting. What
makes me care the more about this is the fact that in all history
there are scarcely three or four pairs of friends on record; and it is
classed with them that I cherish a hope of the friendship of Scipio
and Laelius being known to posterity.

_Fannius_. Of course that must be so, Laelius.  But since you have
mentioned the word friendship, and we are at leisure, you would
be doing me a great kindness, and I expect Scaevola also, if you
would do as it is your habit to do when asked questions on other
subjects, and tell us your sentiments about friendship, its nature,
and the rules to be observed in regard to it.

_Scaevola_. I shall of course be delighted.  Fannius has anticipated
the very request I was about to make.  So you will be doing us both
a great favour.

5. _Laelius_.  I should ccrtainly have no objection if I felt
confidence in myself. For the theme is a noble one, and we are (as
Fannius has said) at leisure. But who am I? and what ability have
I? What you propose is all very well for professional philosophers,
who are used, particularly if Greeks, to have the subject for
discussion proposed to them on the spur of the moment.  It is a
task of considerable difficulty, and requires no little practice. 
Therefore for a set discourse on friendship you must go, I think, to
professional lecturers. All I can do is to urge on you to regard
friendship as the greatest thing in the world; for there is nothing
which so fits in with our nature, or is so exactly what we want in
prosperity or adversity.

But I must at the very beginning lay down this principle-
_friendship can only exist between good men_.  I do not, however,
press this too closely, like the philosophers who push their
definitions to a superfluous accuracy. They have truth on their
side, perhaps, but it is of no practical advantage.  Those, I mean,
who say that no one but the "wise" is "good." Granted, by all
means. But the "wisdom" they mean is one to which no mortal
ever yet attained. We must concern ourselves with the facts of
everyday life as we find it-not imaginary and ideal perfections.
Even Gaius Fannius, Manius Curius, and Tiberius Coruncanius,
whom our ancestors decided to be "wise," I could never declare to
be so according to their standard.  Let them, then, keep this word
"wisdom" to themselves. Everybody is irritated by it; no one
understands what it means.  Let them but grant that the men I
mentioned were "good." No, they won't do that either. No one but
the "wise" can be allowed that title, say they. Well, then, let us
dismiss them and manage as best we may with our own poor
mother wit, as the phrase is.

We mean then by the "good" _those whose actions and lives leave
no question as to their honour, purity, equity, and liberality; who
are free from greed, lust, and violence; and who have the courage
of their convictions_. The men I have just named may serve as
examples.  Such men as these being generally accounted "good,"
let us agree to call them so, on the ground that to the best of
human ability they follow nature as the most perfect guide to a
good life.

Now this truth seems clear to me, that nature has so formed us that
a certain tie unites us all, but that this tie becomes stronger from
proximity.  So it is that fellow-citizens are preferred in our
affections to foreigners, relations to strangers; for in their case
Nature herself has caused a kind of friendship to exist, though it is
one which lacks some of the elements of permanence.  Friendship
excels relationship in this, that whereas you may eliminate
affection from relationship, you cannot do so from friendship. 
Without it relationship still exists in name, friendship does not.
You may best understand this friendship by considering that,
whereas the merely natural ties uniting the human race are
indefinite, this one is so concentrated, and confined to so narrow a
sphere, that affection is ever shared by two persons only or at most
by a few.

6. Now friendship may be thus defined: a complete accord on all
subjects human and divine, joined with mutual goodwill and
affection. And with the exception of wisdom, I am inclined to
think nothing better than this has been given to man by the
immortal gods.  There are people who give the palm to riches or to
good health, or to power and office, many even to sensual
pleasures.  This last is the ideal of brute beasts; and of the others
we may say that they are frail and uncertain, and depend less on
our own prudence than on the caprice of fortune. Then there are
those who find the "chief good" in virtue.  Well, that is a noble
doctrine.  But the very virtue they talk of is the parent and
preserver of friendship, and without it friendship cannot possibly
exist.

Let us, I repeat, use the word virtue in the ordinary acceptation and
meaning of the term, and do not let us define it in high-flown
language. Let us account as good the persons usually considered
so, such as Paulus, Cato, Gallus, Scipio, and Philus.  Such men as
these are good enough for everyday life; and we need not trouble
ourselves about those ideal characters which are nowhere to be
met with.

Well, between men like these the advantages of friendship are
almost more than I can say. To begin with, how can life he worth
living, to use the words of Ennius, which lacks that repose which
is to be found in the mutual good-will of a friend? What can be
more delightful than to have some one to whom you can say
everything with the same absolute confidence as to yourself?  Is
not prosperity robbed of half its value if you have no one to share
your joy? On the other hand, misfortunes would be hard to bear if
there were not some one to feel them even more acutely than
yourself.  In a word, other objects of ambition serve for particular
ends-riches for use, power for securing homage, office for
reputation, pleasure for enjoyment, health for' freedom from pain
and the full use of the functions of the body.  But friendship
embraces innumerable advantages. Turn which way you please,
you will find it at hand. It is everywhere; and yet never out of
place, never unwelcome. Fire and water themselves, to use a
common expression, are not of more universal use than friendship.
I am not now speaking of the common or modified form of it,
though even that is a source of pleasure and profit, but of that true
and complete friendship which existed between the select few who
are known to fame.  Such friendship enhances prosperity, and
relieves adversity of its burden by halving and sharing it.

7. And great and numerous as are the blessings of friendship, this
certainly is the sovereign one, that it gives us bright hopes for the
future and forbids weakness and despair. In the face of a true
friend a man sees as it were a second self.  So that where his friend
is he is; if his friend be rich, he is not poor; though he be weak, his
friend's strength is his; and in his friend's life he enjoys a second
life after his own is finished. This last is perhaps the most difficult
to conceive. But such is the effect of the respect, the loving
remembrance, and the regret of friends which follow us to the
grave.  While they take the sting out of death, they add a glory to
the life of the survivors. Nay, if you eliminate from nature the tie
of affection, there will be an end of house and city, nor will so
much as the cultivation of the soil be left.  If you don't see the
virtue of friendship and harmony, you may learn it by observing
the effects of quarrels and feuds. Was any family ever so well
established, any State so firmly settled, as to be beyond the reach
of utter destruction from animosities and factions? This may teach
you the immense advantage of friendship.

They say that a certain philosopher of Agrigentum, in a Greek
poem, pronounced with the authority of an oracle the doctrine that
whatever in nature and the universe was unchangeable was so in
virtue of the binding force of friendship; whatever was changeable
was so by the solvent power of discord.  And indeed this is a truth
which everybody understands and practically attests by experience. 
For if any marked instance of loyal friendship in confronting or
sharing danger comes to light, every one applauds it to the echo.
What cheers there were, for instance, all over the theatre at a
passage in the new play of my friend and guest Pacuvius; where
the king, not knowing which of the two was Orestes, Pylades
declared himself to be Orestes, that he might die in his stead, while
the real Orestes kept on asserting that it was he.  The audience rose
_en masse_ and clapped their hands. And this was at an incident in
fiction: what would they have done, must we suppose, if it had
been in real life? You can easily see what a natural feeling it is,
when men who would not have had the resolution to act thus
themselves, shewed how right they thought it in another.

I don't think I have any more to say about friendship. If there is any
more, and I have no doubt there is much, you must, if you care to
do so, consult those who profess to discuss such matters.

_Fannius_. We would rather apply to you.  Yet I have often
consulted such persons, and have heard what they had to say with a
certain satisfaction.  But in your discourse one somehow feels that
there is a different strain.

_Scaevola_. You would have said that still more, Fannius, if you
had been present the other day in Scipio's pleasure-grounds when
we had the discussion about the State. How splendidly he stood up
for justice against Philus's elaborate speech.

_Fannius_.  Ah! it was naturally easy for the justest of men to
stand up for justice.

_Scaevola_. Well, then, what about friendship? Who could
discourse on it more easily than the man whose chief glory is a
friendship maintained with the most absolute fidelity, constancy,
and integrity?

8. _Laclius_. Now you are really using force. It makes no
difference what kind of force you use: force it is. For it is neither
easy nor right to refuse a wish of my sons-in-law, particularly
when
the wish is a creditable one in itself.

Well, then, it has very often occurred to me when thinking about
friendship, that the chief point to be considered was this: is it
weakness and want of means that make friendship desired? I
mean, is its object an interchange of good offices, so that each may
give that in which he is strong, and receive that in which he is
weak? Or is it not rather true that, although this is an advantage
naturally belonging to friendship, yet its original cause is quite
other, prior in time, more noble in character, and springing more
directly from our nature itself? The Latin word for friendship-
_amicitia_-is derived from that for love-_amor_; and love is
certainly the prime mover in contracting mutual affection. 
For as to material advantages, it often happens that those are
obtained even by men who are courted by a mere show of
friendship and treated with respect from interested motives.  But
friendship by its nature admits of no feigning, no pretence: as far
as it goes it is both genuine and spontaneous. Therefore I gather
that friendship springs from a natural impulse rather than a wish
for help: from an inclination of the heart, combined with a certain
instinctive feeling of love, rather than from a deliberate calculation
of the material advantage it was likely to confer. The strength of
this feeling you may notice in certain animals. They show such
love to their offspring for a certain period, and are so beloved by
them, that they clearly have a share in this natural, instinctive
affection. But of course it is more evident in the case of man: first,
in the natural affection between children and their parents, an
affection which only shocking wickedness can sunder; and next,
when the passion of love has attained to a like strength-on our
finding, that is, some one person with whose character and nature
we are in full sympathy, because we think that we perceive in him
what I may call the beacon-light of virtue. For nothing inspires
love, nothing conciliates affection, like virtue.  Why, in a certain
sense we may be said to feel affection even for men we have never
seen, owing to their honesty and virtue. Who, for instance, fails to
dwell on the memory of Gaius Fabricius and Manius Curius with
some affection and warmth of feeling, though he has never seen
them?  Or who but loathes Tarquinius Superbus, Spurius Cassius,
Spurius Maelius? We have fought for empire in Italy with two
great generals, Pyrrhus and Hannibal. For the former, owing to his
probity, we entertain no great feelings of enmity: the latter, owing
to his cruelty, our country has detested and always will detest.

9. Now, if the attraction of probity is so great that we can love it
not only in those whom we have never seen, but, what is more,
actually in an enemy, we need not be surprised  if men's affections
are roused when they fancy that they have seen virtue and
goodness in those with whom a close intimacy is possible. I do not
deny that affection is strengthened by the actual receipt of benefits,
as well as by the perception of a wish to render service, combined
with a closer intercourse.  When these are added to the original
impulse of the heart, to which I have alluded, a quite surprising
warmth of feeling springs up. And if any one thinks that this
comes from a sense of weakness, that each may have some one to
help him to his particular need, all I can say is that, when he
maintains it to be born of want and poverty, he allows to friendship
an origin very base, and a pedigree, if I may be allowed the
expression, far from noble. If this had been the case, a man's
inclination to friendship would be exactly in proportion to his low
opinion of his own resources.  Whereas the truth is quite the other
way. For when a man's confidence in himself is greatest, when he
is so fortified by virtue and wisdom as to want nothing and to feel
absolutely self-dependent, it is then that he is most conspicuous for
seeking out and keeping up friendships. Did Africanus, for
example, want anything of me?  Not the least in the world! 
Neither did I of him.  In my case it was an admiration of his virtue,
in his an opinion, may be, which he entertained of my character,
that caused our affection. Closer intimacy added to the warmth of
our feelings. But though many great material advantages did
ensue, they were not the source from which our affection
proceeded. For as we are not beneficent and liberal with any view
of extorting gratitude, and do not regard an act of kindness as an
investment, but follow a natural inclination to liberality; so we
look on friendship as worth trying for, not because we are attracted
to it by the expectation of ulterior gain, but in the conviction that
what it has to give us is from first to last included in the feeling
itself.

Far different is the view of those who, like brute beasts, refer
everything to sensual pleasure. And no wonder. Men who have
degraded all their powers of thought to an object so mean and
contemptible can of course raise their eyes to nothing lofty, to
nothing grand and divine.  Such persons indeed let us leave out of
the present question. And let us accept the doctrine that the
sensation of love and the warmth of inclination have their origin in
a spontaneous feeling which arises directly the presence of probity
is indicated.  When once men have conceived the inclination, they
of course try to attach themselves to the object of it, and move
themselves nearer and nearer to him. Their aim is that they may be
on the same footing and the same level in regard to affection, and
be more inclined to do a good service than to ask a return, and that
there should be this noble rivalry between them. Thus both truths
will be established.  We shall get the most important material
advantages from friendship; and its origin from a natural impulse
rather than from a sense of need will be at once more dignified and
more in accordance with fact. For if it were true that its material
advantages cemented friendship, it would be equally true that any
change in them would dissolve it.  But nature being incapable of
change, it follows that genuine friendships are eternal.

So much for the origin of friendship.  But perhaps you would not
care to hear any more.

_Fannius_. Nay, pray go on; let us have the rest, Laelius. I take on
myself to speak for my friend here as his senior.

_Scaevola_. Quite right! Therefore, pray let us hear.

10. _Loelius_. Well, then, my good friends, listen to some
conversations about friendship which very frequently passed
between Scipio and myself.  I must begin by telling you, however,
that be used to say that the most difficult thing in the world was for
a friendship to remain unimpaired to the end of life.  So many
things might intervene: conflicting interests; differences of opinion
in politics; frequent changes in character, owing sometimes to
misfortunes, sometimes to advancing years. He used to illustrate
these facts from the analogy of boyhood, since the warmest
affections between boys are often laid aside with the boyish toga;
and even if they did manage to keep them up to adolescence, they
were sometimes broken by a rivalry in courtship, or for some other
advantage to which their mutual claims were not compatible. 
Even if the friendship was prolonged beyond that time, yet it
frequently received a rude shock should the two happen to be
competitors for office.  For while the most fatal blow to friendship
in the majority of cases was the lust of gold, in the case of the best
men it was a rivalry for office and reputation, by which it had
often happened that the most violent enmity had arisen between
the closest friends.

Again, wide breaches and, for the most part, justifiable ones were
caused by an immoral request being made of friends, to pander to
a man's unholy desires or to assist him in inflicting a wrong.  A
refusal, though perfectly right, is attacked by those to whom they
refuse compliance as a violation of the laws of friendship. Now the
people who have no scruples as to the requests they make to their
friends, thereby allow that they are ready to have no scruples as to
what they will do for their friends; and it is the recriminations of
such people which commonly not only quench friendships, but
give rise to lasting enmities.  " In fact," he used to say, "these
fatalities overhang friendship in such numbers that it requires not
only wisdom but good luck also to escape them all."

11. With these premises, then, let us first, if you please, examine
the question-how far ought personal feeling to go in friendship? 
For instance: suppose Coriolanus to have had friends, ought they to
have joined him in invading his country?  Again, in the case of
Vecellinus or Spurius Maelius, ought their friends to have assisted
them in their attempt to establish a tyranny?  Take two instances of
either line of conduct. When Tiberius Gracchus attempted his
revolutionary measures he was deserted, as we saw, by Quintus
Tubero and the friends of his own standing.  On the other hand, a
friend of your own family, Scaevola, Gains Blossius of Cumae,
took a different course. I was acting as assessor to the consuls
Laenas and Rupilius to try the conspirators, and Blossius pleaded
for my pardon on the ground that his regard for Tiberius Gracchus
had been so high that he looked upon his wishes as law. "Even if
he had wished you to set fire to the Capitol?" said I. "That is a
thing," he replied, "that he never would have wished."  "Ah, but if
he had wished it?" said I. "I would have obeyed."  The wickedness
of such a speech needs no comment.  And in point of fact he was
as good and better than his word for he did not wait for orders in
the audacious proceedings of Tiberius Gracchus, but was the head
and front of them, and was a leader rather than an abettor of his
madness. The result of his infatuation was that he fled to Asia,
terrified by the special commission appointed to try him, joined
the enemies of his country, and paid a penalty to the republic as
heavy as it was deserved.  I conclude, then, that the plea of having
acted in the interests of a friend is not a valid excuse for a wrong
action.  For, seeing that a belief in a man's virtue is the original
cause of friendship, friendship can hardly remain if virtue he
abandoned. But if we decide it to be right to grant our friends
whatever they wish, and to ask them for whatever we wish, perfect
wisdom must be assumed on both sides if no mischief is to
happen. But we cannot assume this perfect wisdom; for we are
speaking only of such friends as are ordinarily to be met with,
whether we have actually seen them or have been told about
them-men, that is to say, of everyday life.  I must quote some
examples of such persons, taking care to select such as approach
nearest to our standard of wisdom. We read, for instance, that
Papus Aemilius was a close friend of Gaius Luscinus.  History tells
us that they were twice consuls together, and colleagues in the
censorship.  Again, it is on record that Manius Curius and Tiberius
Coruncanius were on the most intimate terms with them and with
each other. Now, we cannot even suspect that any one of these
men ever asked of his friend anything that militated against his
honour or his oath or the interests of the republic. In the case of
such men as these there is no point in saying that one of them
would not have obtained such a request if he had made it; for they
were men of the most scrupulous piety, and the making of such a
request would involve a breach of religious obligation no less than
the granting it. However, it is quite true that Gaius Carbo and
Gaius Cato did follow Tiberius Gracchus; and though his brother
Caius Gracchus did not do so at the time, he is now the most eager
of them all.

12. We may then lay down this rule of friendship-neither ask nor
consent to do what is wrong. For the plea "for friendship's sake" is
a discreditable one, and not to be admitted for a moment.  This
rule holds good for all wrong-doing, but more especially in such as
involves disloyalty to the republic.  For things have come to such a
point with us, my dear Fannius and Scaevola, that we are bound to
look somewhat far ahead to what is likely to happen to the
republic.  The constitution, as known to our ancestors, has already
swerved somewhat from the regular course and the lines marked
out for it.  Tiberius Gracchus made an attempt to obtain the power
of a king, or, I might rather say, enjoyed that power for a few
months. Had the Roman people ever heard or seen the like before?
What the friends and connexions that followed him, even after his
death, have succeeded in doing in the case of Publius Scipio I
cannot describe without tears.  As for Carbo, thanks to the
punishment recently inflicted on Tiberius Gracchus, we have by
hook or by crook managed to hold out against his attacks.  But
what to expect of the tribuneship of Caius Gracchus I do not like
to forecast. One thing leads to another; and once set going, the
downward course proceeds with ever-increasing velocity.  There is
the case of the ballot: what a blow was inflicted first by the lex
Gabinia, and two years afterwards by the lex Cassia! I seem
already to see the people estranged from the Senate, and the most
important affairs at the mercy of the multitude. For you may be
sure that more people will learn how to set such things in motion
than how to stop them. What is the point of these remarks? This:
no one ever makes any attempt of this sort without friends to help
him.  We must therefore impress upon good men that, should they
become inevitably involved in friendships with men of this kind,
they ought not to consider themselves under any obligation to
stand by friends who are disloyal to the republic.  Bad men must
have the fear of punishment before their eyes: a punishment not
less severe for those who follow than for those who lead others to
crime. Who was more famous and powerful in Greece than
Themistocles? At the head of the army in the Persian war he had
freed Greece; he owed his exile to personal envy: but he did not
submit to the wrong done him by his ungrateful country as he
ought to have done. He acted as Coriolanus had acted among us
twenty years before. But no one was found to help them in their
attacks upon their fatherland. Both of them accordingly committed
suicide.

We conclude, then, not only that no such confederation of evilly
disposed men must be allowed to shelter itself under the plea of
friendship, but that, on the contrary, it must be visited with the
severest punishment, lest the idea should prevail that fidelity to a
friend justifies even making war upon one's country. And this is a
case which I am inclined to think, considering how things are
beginning to go, will sooner or later arise. And I care quite as
much what the state of the constitution will be after my death as
what it is now.

13. Let this, then, be laid down as the first law of friendship, that
_we should ask from friends, and do for friends', only what is
good_.  But do not let us wait to be asked either: let there be ever
an eager readiness, and an absence of hesitation. Let us have the
courage to give advice with candour.  In friendship, let the
influence of friends who give good advice be paramount; and let
this influence be used to enforce advice not only in plain-spoken
terms, but sometimes, if the case demands it, with sharpness; and
when so used, let it be obeyed.

I give you these rules because I believe that some wonderful
opinions are entertained by certain persons who have, I am told, a
reputation for wisdom in Greece.  There is nothing in the world, by
the way, beyond the reach of their sophistry.  Well, some of them
teach that we should avoid very close friendships, for fear that one
man should have to endure the anxieties of several. Each man, say
they, has enough and to spare on his own hands; it is too bad to be
involved in the cares of other people. The wisest course is to hold
the reins of friendship as loose as possible; you can then tighten or
slacken them at your will. For the first condition of a happy life is
freedom from care, which no one's mind can enjoy if it has to
travail, so to speak, for others besides itself. Another sect, I am
told, gives vent to opinions still less generous.  I briefly touched on
this subject just now.  They affirm that friendships should be
sought solely for the sake of the assistance they give, and not at all
from motives of feeling and affection; and that therefore just in
proportion as a man's power and means of support are lowest, he is
most eager to gain. friendships: thence it comes that weak women
seek the support of friendship more than men, the poor more than
the rich, the unfortunate rather than those esteemed prosperous. 
What noble philosophy! You might just as well take the sun out of
the sky as friendship from life; for the immortal gods have given
us nothing better or more delightful.

But let us examine the two doctrines. What is the value of this "
freedom from care"? It is very tempting at first sight, but in
practice it has in many cases to be put on one side. For there is no
business and no course of action demanded from us by our honour
which you can consistently decline, or lay aside when begun, from
a mere wish to escape from anxiety. Nay, if we wish to avoid
anxiety we must avoid virtue itself, which necessarily involves
some anxious thoughts in showing its loathing and abhorrence for
the qualities which are opposite to itself-as kindness for ill-nature,
self-control for licentiousness, courage for cowardice. Thus you
may notice that it is the just who are most pained at injustice, the
brave at cowardly actions, the temperate at depravity. It is then
characteristic of a rightly ordered mind to be pleased at what is
good and grieved at the reverse. Seeing then that the wise are not
exempt from the heart-ache (which must be the case unless we
suppose all human nature rooted out of their hearts), why should
we banish friendship from our lives, for fear of being involved by
it in some amount of distress? If you take away emotion, what
difference remains I don't say between a man and a beast, but
between a man and a stone or a log of wood, or anything else of
that kind?

Neither should we give any weight to the doctrine that virtue is
something rigid and unyielding as iron.  In point of fact it is in
regard to friendship, as in so many other things, so supple and
sensitive that it expands, so to speak, at a friend's good fortune,
contracts at his misfortunes. We conclude then that mental pain
which we must often encounter on a friend's account is not of
sufficient consequence to banish friendship from our life, any
more than it is true that the cardinal virtues are to be dispensed
with because they involve certain anxieties and distresses.

14. Let me repeat then, "the clear indication of virtue, to which a
mind of like character is naturally attracted, is the beginning of
friendship." When that is the case the rise of affection is a
necessity. For what can be more irrational than to take delight in
many objects incapable of response, such as office, fame, splendid
buildings, and personal decoration, and yet to take little or none in
a sentient being endowed with virtue, which has the faculty of
loving or, if I may use the expression, loving back? For nothing is
really more delightful than a return of affection, and the mutual
interchange of kind feeling and good offices. And if we add, as we
may fairly do, that nothing so powerfully attracts and draws one
thing to itself as likeness does to friendship, it wilt at once be
admitted to be true that the good love the good and attach them to
themselves as though they were united by blood and nature. For
nothing can be more eager, or rather greedy, for what is like itself
than nature. So, my dear Fannius and Scaevola, we may look upon
this as an established fact, that between good men there is, as it
were of necessity, a kindly feeling, which is the source of
friendship ordained by nature.  But this same kindliness affects the
many also.  For that is no unsympathetic or selfish or exclusive
virtue, which protects even whole nations and consults their best
interests. And that certainly it would not have done had it
disdained all affection for the common herd.

Again, the believers in the "interest" theory appear to me to destroy
the most attractive link in the chain of friendship. For it is not so
much what one gets by a friend that gives one pleasure, as the
warmth of his feeling; and we only care for a friend's service if it
has been prompted by affection. And so far from its being true that
lack of means is a motive for seeking friendship, it is usually those
who being most richly endowed with wealth and means, and above
all with virtue (which, after all, is a man's best support), are least
in need of another, that are most openhanded and beneficent.
Indeed I am inclined to think that friends ought at times to be in
want of something. For instance, what scope would my affections
have had if Scipio had never wanted my advice or co-operation at
home or abroad? It is not friendship, then, that follows material
advantage, but material advantage friendship.

15. We must not therefore listen to these superfine gentlemen
when they talk of friendship, which they know neither in theory
nor in practice. For who, in heaven's name, would choose a life of
the greatest wealth and abundance on condition of neither loving
or being beloved by any creature? That is the sort of life tyrants
endure. They, of course, can count on no fidelity, no affection, no
security for the goodwill of any one. For them all is suspicion and
anxiety; for them there is no possibility of friendship. Who can
love one whom he fears, or by whom he knows that he is feared?
Yet such men have a show of friendship offered them, but it is
only a fair-weather show. If it ever happen that they fall, as it
generally does, they will at once understand how friendless they
are.  So they say Tarquin observed in his exile that he never knew
which of his friends were real and which sham, until he had ceased
to be able to repay either.  Though what surprises me is that a man
of his proud and overbearing character should have a friend at all.
And as it was his character that prevented his having genuine
friends, so it often happens in the case of men of unusually great
means-their very wealth forbids faithful friendships. For not only is
Fortune blind herself; but she generally makes those blind also
who enjoy her favours. They are carried, so to speak, beyond
themselves with self-conceit and self-will; nor can anything be
more perfectly intolerable than a successful fool.  You may often
see it. Men who before had pleasant manners enough undergo a
complete change on attaining power of office. They despise their
old friends: devote themselves to new.

Now, can anything be more foolish than that men who have all the
opportunities which prosperity, wealth, and great means can
bestow, should secure all else which monev can buy-horses,
servants, splendid upholstering, and costly plate-but do not secure
friends, who are, if I may use the expression, the most valuable
and beautiful furniture of life?  And yet, when they acquire the
former, they know not who will enjoy them, nor for whom they
may be taking all this trouble; for they will one and all eventually
belong to the strongest: while each man has a stable and
inalienable ownership in his friendships. And even if those
possessions, which are, in a manner, the gifts of fortune, do prove
permanent, life can never be anything but joyless which is without
the consolations and companionship of friends.

16. To turn to another branch of our subject.  We must now
endeavour to ascertain what limits are to be observed in
friendship-what is the boundary-line, so to speak, beyond which
our affection is not to go. On this point I notice three opinions,
with none of which I agree. One is _that we should love our friend
just as much as we love ourselves, and no more; another, that our
affection to them should exactly correspond and equal theirs to us;
a third, that a man should be valued at exactly the same rate as he
values himself_. To not one of these opinions do I assent.  The
first, which holds that our regard for ourselves is to be the measure
of our regard for our friend, is not true; for how many things there
are which we would never have done for our own sakes, but do for
the sake of a friend! We submit to make requests from unworthy
people, to descend even to supplication; to be sharper in invective,
more violent in attack. Such actions are nut creditable in our own
interests, but highly so in those of our friends. There are many
advantages too which men of upright character voluntarily forego,
or of whichh they are content to be deprived, that their friends may
enjoy them rather than themselves.

The second doctrine is that which limits friendship to an exact
equality in mutual good offices and good feelings. But such a view
reduces friendship to a question of figures in a spirit far too narrow
and illiberal, as though the object were to have an exact balance in
a debtor and creditor account.  True friendship appears to me to be
something richer and more generous than that comes to; and not to
be so narrowly on its guard against giving more than it receives. In
such a matter we must not be always afraid of something being
wasted or running over in our measure, or of more than is justly
due being devoted to our friendship.

But the last limit proposed is the worst, namely, that a friend's
estimate of himself is to be the measure of our estimate of
him. It often happens that a man has too humble an idea of
himself, or takes too despairing a view of his chance of bettering
his fortune.  In such a case a friend ought not to take the view of
him which he takes of himself. Rather he should do all he can to
raise his drooping spirits, and lead him to more cbeerful hopes and
thoughts.

We must then find some other limit. But I must first mention the
sentiment which used to call forth Scipio's severest criticism.  He
often said that no one ever gave utterance to anything more
diametrically opposed to the spirit of friendship than the author of
the dictum, "You should love your friend with the consciousness
that you may one day hate him." He could not be induced to
believe that it was rightfully attributed to Bias, who was counted
as one of the Seven Sages.  It was the sentiment of some person
with sinister motives or selfish ambition, or who regarded
everything as it affected his own supremacy. How can a man be
friends with another, if he thinks it possible that be may be his
enemy?  Why, it will follow that he must wish and desire his friend
to commit as many mistakes as possible, that he may have all the
more handles against him; and, conversely, that he must be
annoyed, irritated, and jealous at the right actions or good fortune
of his friends.  This maxim, then, let it be whose it will, is the utter
destruction of friendship.  The true rule is to take such care in the
selection of our friends as never to enter upon a friendship with a
man whom we could under any circumstances come to hate.  And
even if we are unlucky in our choice, we must put up with
it-according to Scipio-in preference to making calculations as to a
future breach.

17. The real limit to be observed in friendship is this: the
characters of two friends must be stainless. There must be
complete harmony of interests, purpose, and aims, without
exception.  Then if the case arises of a friend's wish (not strictly
right in itself) calling for support in a matter involvmg his life or
reputation, we must make some concession from the straight
path-on condition, that is to say, that extreme disgrace is not the
consequence.  Something must be conceded to friendship. And yet
we must not be entirely careless of our reputation, nor regard the
good opinion of our fellow-citizens as a weapon which we can
afford to despise in conducting the business of our life, however
lowering it may be to tout for it by flattery and smooth words. We
must by no means abjure virtue, which secures us affection.

But to return again to Scipio, the sole author of the discourse on
friendship. He used to complain that there was nothing on which
men bestowed so little pains: that every one could tell exactly how
many goats or sheep he had, but not how many friends; and while
they took pains in procuring the former, they were utterly careless
in selecting friends, and possessed no particular marks, so to
speak, or tokens by which they might judge of their suitability for
friendship.  Now the qualities we ought to look out for in making
our selection are firmness, stability, constancy. There is a plentiful
lack of men so endowed, and it is difficult to form a judgment
without testing.  Now this testing can only be made during the
actual existence of the friend-ship; for friendship so often precedes
the formation of a judgment, and makes a previous test impossible.
If we are prudent then, we shall rein in our impulse to affection as
we do chariot horses.  We make a preliminary trial of horses.  So
we should of friendship; and should test our friends' characters by
a kind of tentative friendship.  It may often happen that the
untrustworthiness of certain men is completely displayed in a
small money matter; others who are proof against a small sum are
detected if it be large. But even if some are found who think it
mean to prefer money to friendship, where shall we look for those
who put friendship before office, civil or military promotions, and
political power, and who, when the choice lies between these
things on the one side and the claims of friendship on the other, do
not give a strong preference to the former? It is not in human
nature to be indifferent to political power; and if the price men
have to pay for it is the sacrifice of friendship, they think their
treason will be thrown into the shade by the magnitude of the
reward.  This is why true friendship is very difficult to find among
those who engage in politics and the contest for office. Where can
you find the man to prefer his friend's advancement to his own? 
And to say nothing of that, think how grievous and almost
intolerable it is to most men to share political disaster. You will
scarcely find anyone who can bring himself to do that. And though
what Ennius says is quite true,-" the hour of need shews the friend
indeed,"-yet it is in these two ways that most people betray their
untrustworthiness and inconstancy, by looking down on friends
when they are themselves prosperous, or deserting them in their
distress.  A man, then, who has shewn a firm, unshaken, and
unvarying friendship in both these contingencies we must reckon
as one of a class the rarest in the world, and all but superhuman.

18. Now, what is the quality to look out for as a warrant for the
stability and permanence of friendship?  It is loyalty. Nothing that
lacks this can be stable. We should also in making our selection
look out for simplicity, a social disposition, and a sympathetic
nature, moved by what moves us.  These all contribute to maintain
loyalty. You can never trust a character which is intricate and
tortuous.  Nor, indeed, is it possible for one to be trustworthy and
firm who is unsympathetic by nature and unmoved by what affects
ourselves.  We may add, that he must neither take pleasure in
bringing accusations against us himself, nor believe them when
they are brought.  All these contribute to form that constancy
which I have been endeavouring to describe. And the result is,
what I started by saying, that friendship is only possible between
good men.

Now there are two characteristic features in his treatment of his
friends that a good (which may be regarded as equivalent to a
wise) man will always display. First, he will be entirely without
any make-believe or pretence of feeling; for the open display even
of dislike is more becommg to an ingenuous character than a
studied concealment of sentiment.  Secondly, he will not only
reject all accusations brought against his friend by another, but he
will not be suspicious himself either, nor be always thinking that
his friend has acted improperly. Besides this, there should be a
certain pleasantness in word and manner which adds no little
flavour to friendship. A gloomy temper and unvarying gravity
may be very impressive; but friendship should be a little less
unbending, more indulgent and gracious, and more inclined to all
kinds of good-fellowship and good-nature.

19. But here arises a question of some little difficulty. Are there
any occasions on which, assuming their worthiness, we should
prefer new to old friends, just as we prefer young to aged horses? 
The answer admits of no doubt whatever.  For there should be no
satiety in friendship, as there is in other things. The older the
sweeter, as in wines that keep well. And the proverb is a true one,
"You must eat many a peck of salt with a man to be thorough
friends with him."  Novelty, indeed, has its advantage, which we
must not despise.  There is always hope of fruit, as there is in
healthy blades of corn.  But age too must have its proper position;
and, in fact, the influence of time and habit is very great.  To recur
to the illustration of the horse which I have just now used. Every
one likes _ceteris paribus_ to use the horse to which he has been
accustomed, rather than one that is untried and new. And it is not
only in the case of a living thing that this rule holds good, but in
inanimate things also; for we like places where we have lived the
longest, even though they are mountainous and covered with
forest.  But here is another golden rule in friendship: _put yourself
on a level with your friend_. For it often happens that there are
certain superiorities, as for example Scipio's in what I may call our
set. Now he never assumed any airs of superiority over Philus, or
Rupilius, or Mummius, or over friends of a lower rank stilt.  For
instance, he always shewed a deference to his brother Quintus
Maximus because he was his senior, who, though a man no doubt
of eminent character, was by no means his equal. He used also to
wish that all his friends should be the better for his support.  This
is an example we should all follow.  If any of us have any
advantage in personal character, intellect, or fortune, we should be
ready to make our friends sharers and partners in it with ourselves. 
For instance, if their parents are in humble circumstances, if their
relations are powerful neither in intellect nor means, we should
supply their deficiencies and promote their rank and dignity. You
know the legends of children brought up as servants in ignorance
of their parentage and family. When they are recognized and
discovered to be the sons of gods or kings, they still retain their
affection for the shepherds whom they have for many years looked
upon as their parents.  Much more ought this to be so in the case of
real and undoubted parents.  For the advantages of genius and
virtue, and in short,of every kind of superiority, are never
realized to their fullest  extent until they are bestowed upon our
nearest and dearest.

20. But the converse must also be observed.  For in friendship and
relationship, just as those who possess any superiority must put
themselves on an equal footing with those who are less fortunate,
so these latter must not be annoyed at being surpassed in genius,
fortune, or rank. But most people of that sort are forever either
grumbling at something, or harping on their claims; and especially
if they consider that they have services of their own to allege
involving zeal and friendship and some trouble to themselves.
People who are always bringing up their services are a nuisance.
The recipient ought to remember them; the performer should never
mention them.  In the case of friends, then, as the superior are
bound to descend, so are they bound in a certain sense to raise
those below them.  For there are people who make their friendship
disagreeable by imagining themselves undervalued.  This generally
happens only to those who think that they deserve to be so; and
they ought to be shewn by deeds as well as by words the
groundlessness of their opinion. Now the measure of your benefits
should he in the first place your own power to bestow, and in the
second place the capacity to bear them on the part of him on whom
you are bestowing affection and help. For, however great your
personal prestige may be, you cannot raise all your friends to the
highest offices of the State. For instance, Scipio was able to make
Publius Rupilius consul, but not his brother Lucius.  But granting
that you can give anyone anything you choose, you must have a
care that it does not prove to be beyond his powers. As a general
rule, we must wait to make up our mind about friendships till
men's characters and years have arrived at their full strength and
development. People must not, for instance, regard as fast friends
all whom in their youthful enthusiasm for hunting or football they
liked for having the same tastes.  By that rule, if it were a mere
question of time, no one would have such claims on our affections
as nurses and slave-tutors.  Not that they are to be neglected, but
they stand on a different ground.  It is only these mature
friendships that can be permanent.  For difference of character
leads to difference of aims, and the result of such diversity is to
estrange friends.  The sole reason, for instance, which prevents
good men from making friends with bad, or bad with good, is that
the divergence of their characters and aims is the greatest possible.

Another good rule in friendship is this: do not let an excessive
affection hinder the highest interests of your friends.  This very
often happens.  I will go again to the region of fable for an
instance.  Neoptolemus could never have taken Troy if he had
been willing to listen to Lycomedes, who had brought him up, and
with many tears tried to prevent his going there.  Again, it often
happens that important business makes it necessary to part from
friends: the man who tries to baulk it, because he thinks that he
cannot endure the separation, is of a weak and effeminate nature,
and on that very account makes but a poor friend.  There are, of
course, limits to what you ought to expect from a friend and to
what you should allow him to demand of you. And these you must
take into calculation in every case.

21. Again, there is such a disaster, so to speak, as having to break
off friendship.  And sometimes it is one we cannot avoid. For at
this point the stream of our discourse is leaving the intimacies of
the wise and touching on the friendship of ordinary people. It will
happen at times that an outbreak of vicious conduct affects either a
man's friends themselves or strangers, yet the discredit falls on the
friends. In such cases friendships should be allowed to die out
gradually by an intermission of intercourse.  They should, as I have
been told that Cato used to say, rather be unstitched than toni in
twain; unless, indeed, the injurious conduct be of so violent and
outrageous a nature as to make an instant breach and separation
the only possible course consistent with honour and rectitude. 
Again, if a change in character and aim takes place, as often
happens, or if party politics produces an alienation of feeling (I am
now speaking, as I said a short time ago, of ordinary friendships,
not of those of the wise), we shall have to be on our guard against
appearing to embark upon active enmity while we only mean to
resign a friendship.  For there can be nothing more discreditable
than to be at open war with a man with whom you have been
intimate.  Scipio, as you are aware, had abandoned his friendship
for Quintus Pompeius on my account; and again, from differences
of opinion in politics, he became estranged from my colleague
Metellus. In both cases he acted with dignity and moderation,
shewing that he was offended indeed, but without Tancour.

Our first object, then, should be to prevent a breach; our second, to
secure that, if it does occur, our friendship should seem to have
died a natural rather than a violent death.  Next, we should take
care that friendship is not converted into active hostility, from
which flow personal quarrels,  abusive  language,  and  angry 
recriminations. These last, however, provided that they do not pass
all reasonable limits of forbearance, we ought to put up with, and,
in compliment to an old friendship, allow the party that inflicts the
injury, not the one that submits to it, to be in the wrong. Generally
speaking, there is but one way of securing and providing oneself
against faults and inconveniences of this sort-not to be too hasty in
bestowing our affection, and not to bestow it at all on unworthy
objects.

Now, by "worthy of friendship" I mean those who have in
themselves the qualities which attract affection. This sort of man is
rare; and indeed all excellent things are rare; and nothing in the
world is so hard to find as a thing entirely and completely perfect
of its kind. But most people not only recognize nothing as good in
our life unless it is profitable, but look upon friends as so much
stock, caring most for those by whom they hope to make most
profit. Accordingly they never possess that most beautiful and
most spontaneous friendship which must be sought solely for itself
without any ulterior object. They fail also to learn from their own
feelings the nature and the strength of friendship.  For every one
loves himself, not for any reward which such love may bring, but
because he is dear to himself independently of anything else.  But
unless this feeling is transferred to another, what a real friend is
will never be revealed; for he is, as it were, a second self.  But if
we find these two instincts shewing themselves in animals,-
whether of the air or the sea or the land, whether wild or
tame,-first, a love of self, which in fact is born in everything that
lives alike; and, secondly, an eagerness to fiud and attach
themselves to other creatures of their own kind; and if this natural
action is accompanied by desire and by something resembling
human love, how much more must this be the case in man by the
law of his nature?  For man not only loves himself, but seeks
another whose spirit he may so blend with his own as almost to
make one being of two.

22. But most people unreasonably, not to speak of modesty, want
such a friend as they are unable to be themselves, and expect from
their friends what they do not themselves give. The fair course is
first to be good yourself, and then to look out for another of like
character. It is between such that the stability in friendship of
which we have been talking can be secured; when, that is to say,
men who are united by affection learn, first of all, to rule those
passions which enslave others, and in the next place to take delight
in fair and equitable conduct, to bear each other's burdens, never to
ask each other for anything inconsistent with virtue and rectitude,
and not only to serve and love but also to respect each other. I say
"respect"; for if respect is gone, friendship has lost its brightest
jewel.  And this shows the mistake of those who imagine that
friendship gives a privilege to licentiousness and sin.  Nature has
given us friendship as the handmaid of virtue, not as a partner in
guilt: to the end that virtue, being powerless when isolated to reach
the highest objects, might succeed in doing so in union and
partnership with another. Those who enjoy in the present, or have
enjoyed in the past, or are destined to enjoy in the future such a
partnership as this, must be considered to have secured the most
excellent and auspicious combination for
ON FRIENDSHIP

reaching nature's highest good.  This is the partnership, I say,
which combines moral rectitude, fame, peace of mind, serenity: all
that men think desirable because with them life is happy, but
without them cannot be so.  This being our best and highest object,
we must, if we desire to attain it, devote ourselves to virtue; for
without virtue we can obtain neither friendship nor anything else
desirable.  In fact, if virtue be neglected, those who imagine
themselves to possess friends will find out their error as soon as
some grave disaster forces them to make trial of them. Wherefore,
I must again and again repeat, you must satisfy your judgment
before engaging your affections: not love first and judge
afterwards. We suffer from carelessness in many of our
undertakings: in none more than in selecting and cultivating our
friends.  We put the cart before the horse, and shut the stable door
when the steed is stolen, in defiance of the old proverb.  For,
having mutually involved ourselves in a long-standing intimacy or
by actual obligations, all on a sudden some cause of offence arises
and we break off our friendships in full career.

23.

It is this that makes such carelessness in a matter of supreme
importance all the more worthy of blame.  I say "supreme
importance," because friendship is the one thing about the utility
of which everybody with one accord is agreed. That is not the case
in regard even to virtue itself; for many people speak slightingly of
virtue as though it were mere puffing and self-glorification. Nor is
it the case with riches. Many look down on riches, being content
with a little and taking pleasure in poor fare and dress, And as to
the political offices for which some have a burning desire
-how many entertain such a contempt for them as to think nothing
in the world more empty and trivial!

And so on with the rest; things desirable in the eyes of some are
regarded by very many as worthless.  But of friendship all think
alike to a man, whether those have devoted themselves to politics,
or those who delight in science  and  philosophy,  or those  who 
follow a private way of life and care for nothing but their own
business, or those lastly who have given themselves body and soul
to sensuality-they all think, I say, that without friendship life is no
life, if they want some part of it, at any rate, to be noble.  For
friendship, in one way or another, penetrates into the lives of us
all, and suffers no career to be entirely free from its influence.
Though a man be of so churlish and unsociable a nature as to
loathe and shun the company of mankind, as we are told was the
case with a certain Timon at Athens, yet even he cannot refrain
from seeking some one in whose hearing he may disgorge the
venom of his bitter temper. We should see this most clearly, if it
were possible that some god should carry us away from these
haunts of men, and place us some-where in perfect solitude, and
then should supply us in abundance with everything necessary to
our nature, and yet take from us entirely the opportunity of looking
upon a human being.  Who could steel himself to endure such a
life?  Who would not lose in his loneliness the zest for all
pleasures?  And indeed this is the point of the observation of, I
think, Archytas of Tarentum. I have it third hand; men who were
my seniors told me that their seniors had told them. It was this: "If
a man could ascend to heaven and get a clear view of the natural
order of the universe, and the beauty of the heavenly bodies, that
wonderful spectacle would give him small pleasure, though
nothing could be conceived more delightful if he had but had some
one to whom to tell what he had seen."  So true it is that nature
abhors isolation, and ever leans upon some-thing as a stay and
support; and this is found in its most pleasing form in our closest
friend.

24.

But though Nature also declares by so many indications what her
wish and object and desire is, we yet in a manner turn a deaf ear
and will not hear her warnings. The intercourse between friends is
varied and complex, and it must often happen that causes of
suspicion and offence arise, which a wise man will sometimes
avoid, at other times remove, at others treat with indulgence.  The
one possible cause of offence that must be faced is when the
interests of your friend and your own sincerity are at stake.  For
instance, it often happens that friends need remonstrance and even
reproof.  When these are administered in a kindly spirit they ought
to be taken in good part. But somehow or other there is truth in
what my friend Terence says in his _Andria_:

Compliance gets us friends, plain speaking hate.

Plain speaking is a cause of trouble, if the result of It is
resentment, which is poison of friendship; but compliance is really
the cause of much more trouble, because by indulging his faults it
lets a friend plunge into headlong ruin. But the man who is most to
blame is he who resents plain speaking and allows flattery to egg
him on to his ruin. On this point, then, from first to last there is
need of deliberation and care. If we remonstrate, it should be
without bitterness; if we reprove, there should be no word of
insult. In the matter of compliance (for I am glad to adopt
Terence's word), though there should be every courtesy, yet that
base kind which assists a man in vice should be far from us, for it
is unworthy of a free-born man, to say nothing of a friend. It is one
thing to live with a tyrant, another with a friend. But if a man's ears
are so closed to plain speaking that be cannot hear to hear the truth
from a friend, we may give him "p in despair. This remark of
Cato's, as so many of his did, shews great acuteness: "There are
people who owe more to bitter enemies than to apparently pleasant
friends: the former often speak the truth, the latter never." Besides,
it is a strange paradox that the recipients of advice should feel no
annoyance where they ought to feel it, and yet feel so much where
they ought not. They are not at all vexed at having committed a
fault, but very angry at being reproved for it.  On the contrary, they
ought to be grieved at the crime and glad of the correction.

25. Well, then, if it is true that to give and receive advice
-the former with freedom and yet without bitterness, the latter with
patience and without irritation-is peculiarly appropriate to genuine
friendship, it is no less true that there can be nothing more utterly
subversive of friendship than flattery, adulation, and base
compliance.  I use as many terms as possible to brand this vice of
light-minded, untrustworthy men, whose sole object in speaking is
to please with-out any regard to truth. In everything false pretence
is bad. for it suspends and vitiates our power of discerning the
truth. But to nothing it is so hostile as to friendship; for it destroys
that frankness without which friendship is an empty name. For the
essence of friendship being that two minds become as one, how
can that ever take place if the mind of each of the separate parties
to it is not single and uniform, but variable, changeable, and
complex?  Can anything be so pliable, so wavering, as the mind of
a man whose attitude depends not only on another's feeling and
wish, but on his very looks and nods?

If one says "No," I answer "No" ; if "Yes," I answer "Yes."
In fine, I've laid this task upon myself
To echo all that's said-

to quote my old friend Terence again.  But he puts these words
into the mouth of a Gnatho.  To admit such a man into one's
intimacy at all is a sign of folly.  But there are many people like
Gnatho, and it is when they are superior either in position or
fortune or reputation that their flatteries become mischievous, the
weight of their position making up for the lightness of their
character.  But if we only take reasonable care, it is as easy to
separate and distinguish a genuine from a specious friend as
anything else that is coloured and artificial from what is sincere
and genuine. A public assembly, though composed of men of the
smallest possible culture, nevertheless will see clearly the
difference between a mere demagogue (that is, a flatterer and
untrustworthy citizen) and a man of principle, standing, and
solidity. It was by this kind of flattering language that Gaius
Papirius the other day endeavoured to tickle the ears of the
assembled people, when proposing his law to make the tribunes
re-eligible.  I spoke against it.  But I will leave the personal
question.  I prefer speaking of Scipio.  Good heavens! how
impressive his speech was, what a majesty there was in it!  You
would have pronounced him, without hesitation, to be no mere
henchman of the Roman people, but their leader. However, you
were there, and moreover have the speech in your hands.  The
result was that a law meant to please the people was by the
people's votes rejected.  Once more to refer to myself, you
remember how apparently popular was the law proposed by Gaius
Licinius Crassus "about the election to the College of Priests" in
the consulship of Quintus Maximus, Scipio's brother, and Lucius
Mancinus.  For the power of filling up their own vacancies on the
part of the colleges was by this proposal to be transferred to the
people. It was this man, by the way, who began the practice of
twrning towards the forum when addressing the people.  In spite of
this, however, upon my speaking on the conservative side, religion
gained an easy victory over his
plausible speech. This took place in my praetorship, five years
before I was elected consul, which shows that the cause was
successfully maintained more by the merits of the case than by the
prestige of the highest office.

26. Now, if on a stage, such as a public assembly essentially is,
where there is the amplest room for fiction and half-truths, truth
nevertheless prevails if it be but fairly laid open and brought into
the light of day, what ought to happen in the case of friendship,
which rests entirely on truthfulness? Friendship, in which, unless
you both see and show an open breast, to use a common
expression, you can neither trust nor be certain of anything-no, not
even of mutual affection, since you cannot be sure of its sincerity. 
However, this flattery, injurious as it is, can hurt no one but the
man who takes it in and likes it. And it follows that the man to
open his ears widest to flatterers is he who first flatters himself and
is fondest of himself.  I grant you that Virtue naturally loves
herself; for she knows herself and perceives how worthy of love
she is. But I am not now speaking of absolute virtue, but of the
belief men have that they possess virtue. The fact is that fewer
people are endowed with virtue than wish to be thought to be so. It
is such people that take delight in flattery.  When they are
addressed in language expressly adapted to flatter their vanity, they
look upon such empty persiflage as a testimony to the truth of their
own praises.  It is not then properly friendship at all when the one
will not listen to the truth, and the other is prepared to lie. Nor
would the servility of parasites in comedy have seemed humorous
to us had there been no such things as braggart captains. "Is
Thais really much obliged to me?"  It would have been quite
enough to answer "Much," but he must needs say "Immensely." 
Your servile flatterer always exaggerates what his victim wishes to
be put strongly.  Wherefore, though it is with those who catch at
and invite it that this flattering falsehood is especially powerful,
yet men even of solider and steadier character must be warned tn
be on the watch against being taken in by cunningly disguised
flattery. An open flatterer any one can detect, unless he is an
absolute fool the covert insinuation of the cunning and the sly is
what we have to be studiously on our guard against.  His detection
is not by any means the easiest thing in the world, for he often
covers his servility under the guise of contradiction, and flatters by
pretending to dispute, and then at last giving in and allowing
himself to be beaten, that the person hoodwinked may think
himself to have been the clearer-sighted. Now what can be more
degrading than to be thus hoodwinked? You must be on your guard
against this happening to you, like the man in the _Heiress_:

How have I been befooled! no drivelling dotards 
On any stage were e'er so p1ayed upon.

For even on the stage we have no grosser representation of folly
than that of short-sighted and credulous old men. But somehow or
other I have strayed away from the friendship of the perfect, that is
of the "wise" (meaning, of course, such "wisdom" as human nature
is capable of), to the subject of vulgar, unsubstantial friendships. 
Let us then return to our original theme, and at length bring that,
too, to a conclusion.

27. Well, then, Fannius and Mucius, I repeat what I said before.  It
is virtue, virtue, which both creates and preserves friendship.  On it
depends harmony of interest, permanence, fidelity.  When Virtue
has reared her head and shewn the light of her countenance, and
seen and recognised the same light in another, she gravitates
towards it, and in her turn welcomes that which the other has to
shew; and from it springs up a flame which you may call love or
friendship as you please.  Both words are from the same root in
Latin; and love is just the cleaving to him whom you love without
the prompting of need or any view to advantage-though this latter
blossoms spontaneously on friendship, little as you may have
looked for it. It is with such warmth of feeling that I cherished
Lucius Paulus, Marcus Cato,  Galus Gallus, Publius Nasica, 
Tiberius Gracchus, my dear Scipio's father-in-law.  It shines with
even greater warmth when men are of the same age, as in the case
of Scipio and Lucius Furius, Publius Rupilius, Spurius Mummius,
and myself. _En revanche_, in my old age I find comfort in the
affection of young men, as in the case of yourselves and Quintus
Tubero: nay more, I delight in the intimacy of such a very young
man as Publius Rutilius and Aulus Verginius. And since the law of
our nature and of our life is that a new generation is for ever
springing up, the most desirable thing is that along with your
contemporaries, with whom you started in the race, you may also
teach what is to us the goal. But in view of the in-stability and
perishableness of mortal things, we should be continually on the
look-out for some to love and by whom to be loved; for if we lose
affection and kindliness from our life, we lose all that gives it
charm. For me, indeed, though torn away by a sudden stroke,
Scipio still lives and ever wilt live. For it was the virtue of the man
that I loved, and that has not suffered death. And it is not my eyes
only, because I had all my life a personal experience of it, that
never lose sight of it: it will shine to posterity also with undimmed
glory.  No one will ever cherish a nobler ambition or a loftier hope
without thinking his memory and his image the best to put before
his eyes.  I declare that of all the blessings which either fortune or
nature has bestowed upon me I know none to compare with
Scipio's friendship. In it I found sympathy in public, counsel in
private business; in it too a means of spending my leisure with
unalloyed delight.  Never, to the best of my knowledge, did I
offend him even in the most trivial point; never did I hear a word
from him I could have wished unsaid. We had one house, one
table, one style of living; and not only were we together on foreign
service, but in our tours also and country sojourns. Why speak of
our eagerness to be ever gaining some knowledge, to be ever
learning something, on which we spent all our leisure hours far
from the gaze of the world? If the recollection and memory of
these things had  perished with the man, I could not possibly have
endured the regret for one so closely united with me in life and
affection.  But these things have not perished; they are rather fed
and strengthened by reflexion and memory. Even supposing me to
have been entirely bereft of them, still my time of life of itself
brings me no small consolation: for I cannot have much longer
now to bear this regret; and everything that is brief ought to be
endurable, however severe.

This is all I had to say on friendship. One piece of advice on
parting. Make up your minds to this. Virtue (without which
friendship is impossible) is first; but next to it, and to it alone, the
greatest of all things is Friendship.

On Old Age
by Marcus Tullius Cicero translated by E. S. Shuckburgh

1. And should my service, Titus, ease the weight
Of care that wrings your heart, and draw the sting 
Which rankles there, what guerdon shall there he?

FOR I may address you, Atticus, in the lines in which Flamininus
was addressed by the man,

who, poor in wealth, was rich in honour's gold,

though I am well assured that you are not, as Flamininus was,

kept on the rack of care by night and day.

For I know how well ordered and equable your mind is, and am
fully aware that it was not a surname alone which you brought
home with you from Athens, hut its culture and good sense. And
yet I have an idea that you are at times stirred to the heart by the
same circumstances as myself. To console you for these is a more
serious matter, and must be put off to another time. For the present
I have resolved to dedicate to you an essay on Old Age.  For from
the burden of impending or at least advancing age, common to us
both, I would do something to relieve us both though as to yourself
I am fully aware that you support and will support it, as you do
everything else, with calmness and philosophy.  But directly I
resolved to write on old age, you at once occurred to me as
deserving a gift of which both of us might take advantage.  To
myself, indeed, the composition of this book has been so
delightful, that it has not only wiped away all the disagreeables of
old age, but has even made it luxurious and delightful too.  Never,
therefore, can philosophy be praised as highly as it deserves
considering that its faithful disciple is able to spend every period
of his life with unruffled feelings. However, on other subjects I
have spoken at large, and shall often speak again:
this hook which I herewith send you is on Old Age.  I have put the
whole discourse not, as Alisto of Cos did, in the mouth of
Tithonus-for a mere fable would have lacked conviction-but in that
of Marcus Cato when he was an old man, to give my essay greater
weight. I represent Laelius and Scipio at his house expressing
surprise at his carrying his years so lightly, and Cato answering
them.  If he shall seem to shew somewhat more learning in this
discourse than he generally did in his own books, put it down to
the Greek literature of which it is known that he became an eager
student in his old age.  But what need of more? Cato's own words
will at once explain all I feel about old age.



M. Cato.  Publius Cornelius Scipio Africanus (the younger). Gaius
Laelius.

2. _Scipio_. Many a time have I in conversation with my friend
Gaius Laelius here expressed my admiration, Marcus Cato, of the
eminent, nay perfect, wisdom displayed by you indeed at all
points, but above everything because I have noticed that old age
never seemed a burden to you, while to most old men it is so
hateful that they declare themselves under a weight heavier than
Aetna.

_Cato_.  Your admiration is easily excited, it seems, my dear
Scipio and Laelius.  Men, of course, who have no resources in
themselves for securing a good and happy life find every age
burdensome.  But those who look for all happiness from within
can never think anything had which nature makes inevitable.  In
that category before anything else comes old age) to which all
wish to attain, and at which all grumble when attained.  Such is
Folly's inconsistency and unreasonableness!  They say that it is
stealing upon them faster than they expected. In the first place,
who compelled them to hug an illusion? For in what respect did
old age steal upon manhood faster than manhood upon childhood?
In the next place, in what way would old age have been less
disagreeable to them if they were in their eight-hundredth year
than in their eightieth?  For their past, however long, when once it
was past, would have no consolation for a stupid old age.
Wherefore, if it is your wont to admire my wisdom-and I would
that it were worthy of your good opinion and of my own surname
of Sapiens-it really consists in the fact that I follow Nature, the
best of guides, as I would a god, and am loyal to her commands. It
is not likely, if she has written the rest of the play well, that she
has been careless about the last act like some idle poet.  But after
all some "last" was inevitable, just as to the berries of a tree and
the fruits of the earth there comes in the fulness of time a period of
decay and fall.  A wise man will not make a grievance of this.  To
rebel against nature-is not that to fight like the giants with the
gods?

_Laelius_. And yet, Cato, you will do us a very great favour (I
venture to speak for Scipio as for myself) if-since we all hope, or
at least wish, to become old men-you would allow us to learn from
you in good time before it arrives, by what methods we may most
easily acquire the strength to support the burden of advancing age.

_Cato_. I will do so without doubt, Laelius, especially if, as you
say, it will be agreeable to you both.


_Laelius_ We do wish very much, Cato, if it is no trouble to you,
to be allowed to see the nature of the bourne which you have
reached after completing a long journey, as it were, upon which we
too are bound to embark.

3. _Cato_.  I will do the best I can, Laelius.  It has often been my
fortune to bear the complaints of my contemporaries-like will to
like, you know, according to the old proverb-complaints to which
men like C. Salinator and Sp. Albinus, who were of consular rank
and about my time, used to give vent. They were, first, that they
had lost the pleasures of the senses, without which they did not
regard life as life at all; and, secondly, that they were neglected by
those from whom they had been used to receive attentions. Such
men appear to me to lay the blame on the wrong thing.  For if it
had been the fault of old age, then these same misfortunes would
have befallen me and all other men of advanced years.  But I have
known many of them who never said a word of complaint against
old age; for they were only too glad to be freed from the bondage
of passion, and were not at all looked down upon by their friends.
The fact is that the blame for all complaints of that kind is to be
charged to character, not to a particular time of life. For old men
who are reasonable and neither cross-grained nor churlish find old
age tolerable enough: whereas unreason and churlishness cause
uneasiness at every time of life.

_Laelius_  It is as you say, Cato.  But perhaps some one may
suggest that it is your large means, wealth, and high position that
make you think old age tolerable: whereas such good fortune only
falls to few.

_Cato_.  There is something in that, Laelius, but by no means all. 
For instance, the story is told of the answer of Themistocles in a
wrangle with a certain Seriphian, who asserted that he owed his
brilliant position to the reputation of his country, not to his own. 
"If I had been a Seriphian," said he, "even I should never have been
famous, nor would you if you had been an Athenian.  Something
like this may be said of old age. For the philosopher himself could
not find old age easy to bear in the depths of poverty, nor the fool
feel it anything but a burden though he were a millionaire.  You
may he sure, my dear Scipio and Laelius, that the arms best
adapted to old age are culture and the active exercise of the
virtues.  For if they have been maintained at every period-if one
has lived much as well as long-the harvest they produce is
wonderful, not only because they never fail us even in our last days
(though that in itself is supremely important), but also because the
consciousness of a well-spent life and the recollection of many
virtuous actions are exceedingly delightful.

4. Take the case of Q. Fabius Maximus, the man, I mean, who
recovered Tarentum.  When I was a young man and he an old one,
I was as much attached to him as if he had been my contemporary. 
For that great man 5 serious dignity was tempered by courteous
manners, nor had old age made any change in his character.  True,
he was not exactly an old man when my devotion to him began, yet
he was nevertheless well on in life; for his first consulship fell in
the year after my birth.  When quite a stripling I went with him in
his fourth consulship as a soldier in the ranks, on the expedition
against Capua, and in the fifth year after that against Tarentum. 
Four years after that I was elected Quaestor, holding office in the
consulship of Tuditanus and Cethegus, in which year, indeed, he as
a very old man spoke in favour of the Cincian law "on gifts and
fees."

Now this man conducted wars with all the spirit of youth when he
was far advanced in life, and by his persistence gradually wearied
out Hannibal, when rioting in all the confidence of youth.  How
brilliant are those lines of my friend Ennius on him!

For us, down beaten by the storms of fate,
One man by wise delays restored the State.
Praise or dispraise moved not his constant mood,
True to his purpose, to his country's good!
Down ever-lengthening avenues of fame
Thus shines and shall shine still his glorious name.

Again what vigilance, what profound skill did he show in the
capture of Tarentum!  It was indeed in my hearing that he made
the famous retort to Salinator, who had retreated into the citadel
after losing the town: "It was owing to me, Quintus Fabius, that
you retook Tarentum." Quite so," he replied with a laugh; "for had
you not lost it, I should never have recovered it." Nor was he less
eminent in civil life than in war.  In his second consulship, though
his colleague would not move in the matter, he resisted as long as
he could the proposal of the tribune C. Flaminius to divide the
territory of the Picenians and Gauls in free allotments in defiance
of a resolution of the Senate.  Again, though he was an augur, he
ventured to say that whatever was done in the interests of the State
was done with the best possible auspices, that any laws proposed
against its interest were proposed against the auspices. I was
cognisant of much that was admirable in that great man, but
nothing struck me with greater astonishment than the way in which
he bore the death of his son-a man of brilliant character and who
had been consul. His funeral speech over him is in wide
circulation, and when we read it, is there any philosopher of whom
we do not think meanly? Nor in truth was he only great in the light
of day and in the sight of his fellow-citizens; he was still more
eminent in private and at home.  What a wealth of conversation!
What weighty maxims!  What a wide acquaintance with ancient
history! What an accurate knowledge of the science of augury! For
a Roman, too, he had a great tincture of letters.  He had a tenacious
memory for military history of every sort, whether of Roman or
foreign wars. And I used at that time to enjoy his conversation with
a passionate eagerness, as though I already divined, what actually
turned out to be the case, that when he died there would be no one
to teach me anything.

5. What then is the purpose of such a long disquisition on
Maximus? It is because you now see that an old age like his cannot
conscientiously be called unhappy. Yet it is after all true that
everybody cannot be a Scipio or a Maximus, with stormings of
cities, with battles by land and sea, with wars in which they
themselves commanded, and with triumphs to recall. Besides this
there is a quiet, pure, and cultivated life which produces a calm
and gentle old age, such as we have been told Plato's was, who
died at his writing-desk in his eighty-first year; or like that of
Isocrates, who says that he wrote the book called The Panegyric in
his ninety-fourth year, and who lived for five years afterwards;
while his master Gorgias of Leontini completed a hundred and
seven years without ever relaxing his diligence or giving up work. 
When some one asked him why he consented to remain so long
alive-" I have no fault," said he, "to find with old age." That was a
noble answer, and worthy of a scholar. For fools impute their own
frailties and guilt to old age, contrary to the practice of Enniu9,
whom I mentioned just now. In the lines-

Like some brave steed that oft before
The Olympic wreath of victory bore,
Now by the weight of years oppressed,
Forgets the race, and takes his rest-

he compares his own old age to that of a high-spirited and
successfal race-horse. And him indeed you may very well
remember.  For the present consuls Titus Flamininus and Manius
Acilius were elected in the nineteenth year after his death; and his
death occurred in the consulship of Caepio and Philippus, the
latter consul for the second time: in which year I, then sixty-six
years old, spoke in favour of the Voconian law in a voice that was
still strong and with lungs still sound; while be, though seventy
years old, supported two burdens considered the heaviest of
all-poverty and old age-in such a way as to be all but fond of them.

The fact is that when I come to think it over, I find that there are
four reasons for old age being thought unhappy:
First, that it withdraws us from active employments; second, that it
enfeebles the body; third, that it deprives us of nearly all physical
pleasures; fourth, that it is the next step to death.  Of each of these
reasons, if you will allow me, let us examine the force and justice
separately.

6. OLD AGE WITHDRAWS US FROM ACTIVE
EMPLOYMENTS. From which of them?  Do you mean from thosc
carried on by youth and bodily strength?  Are there then no old
men's employments to be after all conducted by the intellect, even
when bodies are weak?  So then Q. Maximus did nothing; nor L.
Aemilius-our father, Scipio, and my excellent son's father-in-law! 
So with other old men-the Fabricii, the Guru and Coruncanii-when
they were supporting the State by their advice and influence, they
were doing nothing! To old age Appius Claudius had the
additional disadvantage of being blind; yet it was he who, when
the Senate was inclining towards a peace with Pyrrhus and was for
making a treaty, did not hesitate to say what Ennius has embalmed
in the verses:

Whither have swerved the souls so firm of yore?
Is sense grown senseless? Can feet stand no more?

And so on in a tone of the most passionate vehemence. You know
the poem, and the speech of Appius himself is extant. Now, he
delivered it seventeen years after his second consulship, there
having been an interval of ten years between the two consulships,
and he having been censor before his previous consulship.  This
will show you that at the time of the war with Pyrrhus he was a
very old man. Yet this is the story handed down to us.

There is therefore nothing in the arguments of those who say that
old age takes no part in public business. They are like men who
would say that a steersman docs nothing in sailing a ship, because,
while some of the crew are climbing the masts, others hurrying up
and down the gangways, others pumping out the bilge water, he
sits quietly in the stern holding the tiller.  He does not do what
young men do; nevertheless he does what is much more important
and better.  The great affairs of life are not performed by physical
strength, or activity, or nimbleness of body, but by deliberation,
character, expression of opinion. Of these old age is not only not
deprived, but, as a rule, has them in a greater degree. Unless by
any chance I, who as a soldier in the ranks, as military tribune, as
legate, and as consul have been employed in various kinds of war,
now appear to you to be idle because not actively engaged in war.
But I enjoin upon the Senate what is to be done, and how.
Carthage has long been harbouring evil designs, and I accordingly
proclaim war against her in good time.  I shall never cease to
entertain fears about her till I bear of her having been levelled with
the ground.  The glory of doing that I pray that the immortal gods
may reserve for you, Scipio, so that you may complete the task
begun by your grand-father, now dead more than thirty-two years
ago; though all years to come will keep that great man's memory
green. He died in the year before my censorship, nine years after
my consulship, having been returned consul for the second time in
my own consulship.  If then he had lived to his hundredth year,
would he have regretted having lived to be old? For he would of
course not have been practising rapid marches, nor dashing on a
foe, nor hurling spears from a distance, nor using swords at close
quarters-but only counsel, reason, and senatorial eloquence. And if
those qualities had not resided in us _seniors_, our ancestors
would never have called their supreme council a Senate.  At
Sparta, indeed, those who hold the highest magistracies are in
accordance with the fact actually called "elders."  But if you will
take the trouble to read or listen to foreign history, you will find
that the mightiest States have been brought into peril by young
men, have been supported and restored by old. The question
occurs in the poet Naevius's _Sport_:

Pray, who are those who brought your State 
With such despatch to meet its fate?

There is a long answer, but this is the chief point:

A crop of brand-new orators we grew,
And foolish, paltry lads who thought they knew.

For of course rashness is the note of youth, prudence of old age.

7. But, it is said, memory dwindles. No doubt, unless you keep it in
practice, or if you happen to be somewhat dull by nature. 
Themistocles had the names of all his fellow-citizens by heart.  Do
you imagine that in his old age he used to address Aristides as
Lysimachus?  For my part, I know not only the present generation,
but their fathers also, and their grandfathers. Nor have I any fear of
losing my memory by reading tombstones, according to the vulgar
superstition.   On the contrary, by reading them I renew my
memory of those who are dead and gone. Nor, in point of fact,
have I ever heard of any old man forgetting where he had hidden
his money.  They remember everything that interests them: when
to answer to their bail, business appointments, who owes them
money, and to whom they owe
it.  What about lawyers, pontiffs, augurs, philosophers, when old? 
What a multitude of things they remember! Old men retain their
intellects well enough, if only they keep their minds active and
fully employed.  Nor is that the case only with men of high
position and great office:
it applies equally to private life and peaceful pursuits. Sophocles
composed tragedies to extreme old age; and being believed to
neglect the care of his property owing to his devotion to his art, his
sons brought him into court to get a judicial decision depriving
him of the management of his property on the ground of weak
intellect-just as in our law it is customary to deprive a
paterfamilias of the management of his property if he is
squandering it. There-upon the old poet is said to have read to the
judges the play he had on hand and had just composed-the
_Oedipus Coloneus_-and to have asked them whether they thought
that the work of a man of weak intellect. After the reading he was
acquitted by the jury.  Did old age then compel this man to become
silent in his particular art, or Homer, Hesiod, Simonides, or
Isocrates and Gorgias whom I mentioned before, or the founders of
schools of philosophy, Pythagoras, Democritus, Plato, Xenocrates,
or later Zeno and Cleanthus, or Diogenes the Stoic, whom you too
saw at Rome? Is it not rather the case with all these that the active
pursuit of study only ended with life?

But, to pass over these sublime studies, I can name some rustic
Romans from the Sabine district, neighbours and friends of my
own, without whose presence farm work of importance is scarcely
ever performed-whether sowing, or harvesting or storing crops.
And yet in other things this s' less surprising; for no one is so old
as to think that he may not live a year. But they bestow their labour
on what they know does not affect them in any case:

He plants his trees to serve a race to come,

as our poet Statius says in his Comrades.  Nor indeed would a
farmer, however old, hesitate to answer any one who asked him for
whom he was planting: "For the immortal gods, whose will it was
that I should not merely receive these things from my ancestors,
but should also hand them on to the next generation."

8. That remark about the old man is better than the following:

If age brought nothing worse than this,
It were enough to mar our bliss,
That he who bides for many years
Sees much to shun and much for tears.

Yes, and perhaps much that gives him pleasure too.  Besides, as to
subjects for tears, he often comes upon them in youth as well.

A still more questionable sentiment in the same Caecilius is:

No greater misery can of age be told
Than this: be sure, the young dislike the old.

Delight in them is nearer the mark than dislike.  For Just as old
men, if they are wise, take pleasure in the society of young men of
good parts, and as old age is rendered less dreary for those who are
courted and liked by the youth, so also do young men find pleasure
in the maxims of the old, by which they are drawn to the pursuit of
excellence.  Nor do I perceive that you find my society less
pleasant than I do yours.  But this is enough to show you how, so
far from being listless and sluggish, old age is even a busy time,
always doing and attempting something, of course of the same
nature as each man's taste had been in the previous part of his life.
Nay, do not some even add to their stock of learning?  We see
Solon, for instance, boasting in his poems that he grows old "daily
learning something new."  Or again in my own case, it was only
when an old man that I became acquainted with Greek literature,
which in fact I absorbed with such avidity-in my yearning to
quench, as it were, a long-continued thirst-that I became
acquainted with the very facts which you see me now using as
precedents.  When I heard what Socrates had done about the lyre I
should have liked for my part to have done that too, for the
ancients used to learn the lyre but, at any rate, I worked hard at
literature.

9. Nor, again, do I now MISS THE BODILY STRENGTH  OF A
YOUNG MAN (for that was the second point as to the
disadvantages of old age) any more than as a young man I missed
the strength of a bull or an elephant.  You should use what you
have, and whatever you may chance to be doing, do it with all your
might.  What could be weaker than Milo of Croton's exclamation?
When in his old age he was watching some athletes practising in
the course, he is said to have looked at his arms and to have
exclaimed with tears in his eyes: "Ah well! these are now as good
as dead." Not a bit more so than yourself, you trifler!  For at no
time were you made famous by your real self, but by chest and
biceps.  Sext. Aelius never gave vent to such a remark, nor, many
years before him, Titus Coruncanius, nor, more recently, P.
Crassus-all of them learned juris-consults in active practice, whose
knowledge of their profession was maintained to their last breath. I
am afraid an orator does lose vigour by old age, for his art is not a
matter of the intellect alone, but of lungs and bodily strength. 
Though as a rule that musical ring in the voice even gains in
brilliance in a certain way as one grows old-certainly I have not yet
lost it, and you see my years.  Yet after all the style of speech
suitable to an old man is the quiet and unemotional, and it often
happens that the chastened and calm delivery of an old man
eloquent secures a hearing. If you cannot attain to that yourself,
you might still instruct a Scipio and a Laelius.  For what is more
charming than old age surrounded by the enthusiasm of youth?
Shall we not allow old age even the strength to teach the young, to
train and equip them for all the duties of life? And what can be a
nobler employment? For my part, I used to think Publius and
Gnaeus Scipio and your two grandfathers, L. Aemilius and P.
Africanus, fortunate men when I saw them with a company of
young nobles about them.  Nor should we think any teachers of the
fine arts otherwise than happy, however much their bodily forces
may have decayed and failed.  And yet that same failure of the
bodily forces is more often brought about by the vices of youth
than of old age; for a dissolute and intemperate youth hands down
the body to old age in a worn-out state. Xenophon's Cyrus, for
instance, in his discourse delivered on his death-bed and at a very
advanced age, says that he never perceived his old age to have
become weaker than his youth had been.  I remember as a boy
Lucius Metellus, who having been created Pontifex Maximus four
years after his second consul-ship, held that office twenty-two
years, enjoying such excellent strength of body in the very last
hours of his life as not to miss his youth.  I need not speak of
myself; though that indeed is an old man's way and is generally
allowed to my time of life.  Don't you see in Homer how frequently
Nestor talks of his own good qualities? For he was living through a
third generation; nor had he any reason to fear that upon saying
what was true about himself he should appear either over vain or
talkative. For, as Homer says, "from his lips flowed discourse
sweeter than honey," for which sweet breath he wanted no bodily
strength. And yet, after all, the famous leader of the Greeks
nowhere wishes to have ten men like Ajax, but like Nestor: if he
could get them, he feels no doubt of Troy shortly falling.

10. But to return to my own case: I am in my eighty-fourth year.  I
could wish that I had been able to make the same boast as Cyrus;
but, after all, I can say this: I am not indeed as vigorous as I was as
a private soldier in the Punic war, or as quaestor in the same war,
or as consul in Spain, and four years later when as a military
tribune I took part in the engagement at Thermopylae under the
consul Manius Acilius Glabrio; but yet, as you see, old age has not
entirely destroyed my muscles, has not quite brought me to the
ground. The Senate-house does not find all my vigour gone, nor
the rostra, nor my friends, nor my clients, nor my foreign guests.
For I have never given in to that ancient and much-praised proverb:

Old when young
Is old for long.

For myself, I had rather be an old man a somewhat shorter time
than an old man _before_ my time. Accordingly, no one up to the
present has wished to see me, to whom I have been denied as
engaged. But, it may be said, I have less strength than either of
you.  Neither have you the strength of the centurion T. Pontius: is
he the more eminent man on that account?  Let there be only a
proper husbanding of strength, and let each man proportion his
efforts to his powers.  Such an one will assuredly not be possessed
with any great regret for his loss of strength. At Olympia Milo is
said to have stepped into the course carrying a live ox on his
shoulders. Which then of the two would you prefer to have given
to you-bodily strength like that, or intellectual strength like that of
Pythagoras? In fine, enjoy that blessing when you have it; when it
is gone, don't wish it back-unless we are to think that young men
should wish their childhood back, and those somewhat older their
youth! The course of life is fixed, and nature admits of its being
run but in one way, and only once; and to each part of our life
there is something specially seasonable; so that the feebleness of
children, as well as the high spirit of youth, the soberness of
maturer years, and the ripe wisdom of old age-all have a certain
natural advantage which should be secured in its proper season. I
think you are informed, Scipio, what your grandfather's foreign
friend Masinissa does to this day, though ninety years old.  When
he has once begun a journey on foot he does not mount his horse at
all; when on horseback he never gets off his horse.  By no rain or
cold can he be induced to cover his head.  His body is absolutely
free from unhealthy humours, and so he still performs all the
duties and functions of a king.  Active exercise, therefore, and
temperance can preserve some part of one's former strength even
in old age.

11. Bodily strength is wanting to old age; but neither is bodily
strength demanded from old men. Therefore, both by law and
custom, men of my time of life are exempt from those duties
which cannot be supported without bodily strength. Accordingly
not only are we not forced to do what we cannot do; we are not
even obliged to do as much as we can.  But, it will be said, many
old men are so feeble that they cannot perform any duty in life of
any sort or kind. That is not a weakness to be set down as peculiar
to 61d age:
it is one shared by ill health.  How feeble was the son of P.
Africanus, who adopted you!  What weak health he had, or rather
no health at all!  If that had not been the case, we should have had
in him a second brilliant light in the political horizon; for he had
added a wider cultivation to his father's greatness of spirit.  What
wonder, then, that old men are eventually feeble, when even young
men cannot escape it? My dear Laelius and Scipio, we must stand
up against old age and make up for its drawbacks by taking pains.
We must fight it as we should an illness. We must look after our
health, use moderate exercise, take just enough food and drink to
recruit, but not to overload, our strength.  Nor is it the body alone
that must be supported, but the intellect and soul much more.  For
they are like lamps: unless you feed them with oil, they too go out
from old age. Again, the body is apt to get gross from exercise; but
the intellect becomes nimbler by exercising itself. For what
Caecilius means by "old dotards of the comic stage " are the
credulous, the forgetful, and the slipshod. These are faults that do
not attach to old age as such, but to a sluggish, spiritless, and
sleepy old age. Young men are more frequently wanton and
dissolute than old men; but yet, as it is not all young men that are
so, but the bad set among them, even so senile folly-usually called
imbecility-applies to old men of unsound character, not to all. 
Appius governed four sturdy sons, five daughters, that great
establishment, and all those clients, though he was both old and
blind. For he kept his mind at full stretch like a how, and never
gave in to old age by growing slack.  He maintained not merely an
influence, but an absolute command over his family: his slaves
feared him, his sons were in awe of him, all loved him. In that
family, indeed, ancestral custom and discipline were in full vigour. 
The fact is that old age is respectable just as long as it asserts
itself, maintains its proper rights, and is not enslaved to any one. 
For as I admire a young man who has something of the old man in
him, so do I an old one who has something of a young man. The
man who aims at this may possibly become old in body-in mind he
never will. I am now engaged in composing the seventh book of
my _Origins_. I collect all the records of antiquity.  The speeches
delivered in all the celebrated cases which I have defended I am at
this particular time getting into shape for publication. I am writing
treatises on augural, pontifical, and civil law. I am, besides,
studying hard at Greek, and after the manner of the
Pythagoreans-to keep my memory in working order-I repeat in the
evening whatever I have said, heard, or done in the course of each
day.  These are the exercises of the intellect, these the training
grounds of the mind: while I sweat and labour on these I don't
much feel the loss of bodily strength. I appear in court for my
friends; I frequently attend the Senate and bring motions before it
on my own responsibility, prepared after deep and long reflection.
And these I support by my intellectual, not my bodily forces. And
if I were not strong enough to do these things, yet I should enjoy
my sofa-imagining the very operations which I was now unable to
perform.  But what makes me capable of doing this is my past life.
For a man who is always living in the midst of these studies and
labours does not perceive when old age creeps upon him. Thus, by
slow and imperceptible degrees life draws to its end. There is no
sudden breakage; it just slowly goes out.

12. The third charge against old age is that it LACKS SENSUAL
PLEASURES.  What a splendid service does old age render, if it
takes from us the greatest blot of youth!  Listen, my dear young
friends, to a speech of Archytas of Tarentum, among the greatest
and most illustrious of men, which was put into my hands when as
a young man I was at Tarentum with Q. Maximus. "No more
deadly curse than sensual pleasure has been inflicted on mankind
by nature, to gratify which our wanton appetites are roused beyond
all prudence or restraint.  It is a fruitful source of treasons,
revolutions, secret communications with the enemy.  In fact, there
is no crime, no evil deed, to which the appetite for sensual
pleasures does not impel us.  Fornications and adulteries, and
every abomination of that kind, are brought about by the
enticements of pleasure and by them alone. Intellect is the best gift
of nature or God: to this divine gift and endowment there is
nothing so inimical as pleasure. For when appetite is our master,
there is no place for self-control; nor where pleasure reigns
supreme can virtue hold its ground. To see this more vividly,
imagine a man excited to the highest conceivable pitch of sensual
pleasure. It can be doubtful to no one that such a person, so long as
he is under the influence of such excitation of the senses, will be
unable to use to any purpose either intellect, reason, or thought. 
Therefore nothing can be so execrable and so fatal as pleasure;
since, when more than ordinarily violent and lasting, it darkens all
the light of the soul."

These were the words addressed by Archytas to the Samnite Caius
Pontius, father of the man by whom the consuls Spurius Postumius
and Titus Veturius were beaten in the battle of Caudium.  My
friend Nearchus of Tarentum, who had remained loyal to Rome,
told me that he had heard them repeated by some old men; and
that Plato the Athenian was present, who visited Tarentum, I find,
in the consulship of L. Camillus and Appius Claudius.

What is the point of all this? It is to show you that, if we were
unable to scorn pleasure by the aid of reason and philosophy, we
ought to have been very grateful to old age for depriving us of all
inclination for that which it was wrong to do.  For pleasure hinders
thought, is a foe to reason, and, so to speak, blinds the eyes of the
mind. It is, moreover, entirely alien to virtue.  I was sorry to have
to expel Lucius, brother of the gallant Titus Flamininus, from the
Senate seven years after his consulship; but I thought it imperative
to affix a stigma on an act of gross sensuality. For when he was in
Gaul as consul, he had yielded to the entreaties of his paramour at
a dinner-party to behead a man who happened to be in prison
condemned on a capital charge. When his brother Titus was
Censor, who preceded me, he escaped; but I and Flaccus could not
countenance an act of such criminal and abandoned lust, especially
as, besides the personal dishonour, it brought disgrace on the
Government.

13. I have often been told by men older than myself, who said that
they had heard it as boys from old men, that Gaius Fabricius was in
the habit of expressing astonishment at having heard, when envoy
at the headquarters of king Pyrrhus, from the Thessalian Cineas,
that there was a man of Athens who professed to be a
"philosopher," and affirmed that everything we did was to be
referred to pleasure. When he told this to Manius Curius and
Publius Decius, they used to remark that they wished that the
Samnites and Pyrrhus himself would hold the same opinion.  It
would be much easier to conquer them, if they had once given
themselves over to sensual indulgences.  Manius Curius had been
intimate with P. Decius, who four years before the former's
consulship had devoted himself to death for the Republic. Both
Fabricius and Coruncanius knew him also, and from the
experience of their own lives, as well as from the action of P.
Decius, they were of opinion that there did exist something
intrinsically noble and great, which was sought for its own sake,
and at which all the best men aimed, to the contempt and neglect
of pleasure.  Why then do I spend so many words on the subject of
pleasure? Why, because, far from being a charge against old age,
that it does not much feel the want of any pleasures, it is its highest
praise.

But, you will say, it is deprived of the pleasures of the table, the
heaped up board, the rapid passing of the wine-cup. Well, then, it
is also free from headache, disordered digestion, broken sleep. But
if we must grant pleasure something, since we do not find it easy
to resist its charms,-for Plato, with happy inspiration, calls
pleasure "vice's bait," because of course men are caught by it as
fish by a hook,-yet, although old age has to abstain from
extravagant banquets, it is still capable of enjoying modest
festivities. As a boy I often used to see Gaius Duilius the son of
Marcus, then an old mali, returning from a dinner-party. He
thoroughly enjoyed the frequent use of torch and flute-player,
distinctions which he had assumed though unprecedented in the
case of a private person. It was the privilege of his glory.  But why
mention others? I will come back to my own case. To begin with, I
have always remained a member of a "club "-clubs, you know,
were established in my quaestorship on the reception of the Magna
Mater from Ida.  So I used to dine at their feast with the members
of my club-on the whole with moderation, though there was a
certain warmth of temperament natural to my time of life; but as
that advances there is a daily decrease of all excitement.  Nor was
I, in fact, ever wont to measure my enjoyment even of these
banquets by the physical pleasures they gave more than by the
gathering and conversation of friends. For it was a good idea of our
ancestors to style the presence of guests at a dinner-table-seeing
that it implied a community of enjoyment-a _convivium_, "a living
together." It is a better term than the Greek words which mean "a
drinking together," or, "an eating together." For they would seem
to give the preference to what is really the least important part of
it.

14. For myself, owing to the pleasure I take in conversation, I
enjoy even banquets that begin early in the afternoon, and not only
in company with my contemporaries-of whom very few
survive-but also with men of your age and with yourselves.  I am
thankful to old age, which has increased my avidity for
conversation, while it has removed that for eating and drinking. 
But if anyone does enjoy these-not to seem to have proclaimed war
against all pleasure without exception, which is perhaps a feeling
inspired by nature-I fail to perceive even in these very pleasures
that old age is entirely without the power of appreciation. For
myself, I take delight even in the old-fashioned appointment of
master of the feast; and in the arrangement of the conversation,
which according to ancestral custom is begun from the last place
on the left-hand couch when the wine is brought in; as also in the
cups which, as in Xenophon's banquet, are small and filled by
driblets; and in the contrivance for cooling in summer, and for
warming hy the winter sun or winter fire.  These things I keep up
even among my Sabine countrymen, and every day have a full
dinner-party of neighbours, which we prolong as far into the night
as we can with varied conversation.

But you may urge-there is not the same tingling sensation of
pleasure in old men. No doubt; but neither do they miss it so
much.  For nothing gives you uneasiness which you do not miss.
That was a fine answer of Sophocles to a man who asked him,
when in extreme old age, whether he was still a lover.  "Heaven
forbid!" he replied; "I was only too glad to escape from that, as
though from a boorish and insane master."  To men indeed who
are keen after such things it may possibly appear disagreeable and
uncomfortable to be without them; but to jaded appetites it is
pleasanter to lack than to enjoy.  However, he cannot be said to
lack who does not want: my contention is that not to want is the
pleasanter thing.

But even granting that youth enjoys these pleasures with more
zest;  in the first place,  they are insignificant things to enjoy, as I
have said; and it] the second place, such as age is not entirely
without, if it does not possess them in profusion.  Just as a man
gets greater pleasure from Ambivius Turpio if seated in the front
row at the theatre than if he was in the last, yet, after all, the man
in the last row does get pleasure; so youth, because it looks at
pleasures at closer quarters, perhaps enjoys itself more, yet even
old age, looking at them from a distance, does enjoy itself well
enough.  Why, what blessings are these-that the soul, having
served its time, so to speak, in the campaigns of desire and
ambition, rivalry and hatred, and all the passions, should live in its
own thoughts, and, as the expression goes, should dwell apart! 
Indeed, if it has in store any of what I may call the food of study
and philosophy, nothing can be pleasanter than an old age of
leisure.  We were witnesses to C. Gallus-a friend of your father's,
Scipio-intent to the day of his death on mapping out the sky and
land.  How often did the light surprise him while still working out
a problem begun during the night! How often did night find him
busy on what he had begun at dawn!  How he delighted in
predicting for us solar and lunar eclipses long before they
occurred!  Or again in studies of a lighter nature, though still
requiring keenness of intellect, what pleasure Naevius took in his
_Punic War_! Plautus in his _Truculentus_ and _Pseudolus_! I
even saw Livius Andronicus, who, having produced a play six
years before I was born-in the consulship of Cento and
Tuditanus-lived till I had become a young man.  Why speak of
Publius Licinius Crassus's devotion to pontifical and civil law, or
of the Publius Scipio of the present time, who within these last few
days has been created Pontifex Maximus? And yet I have seen all
whom I have mentioned ardent in these pursuits when old men.
Then there is Marcus Cethegus, whom Ennius justly called
"Persuasion's Marrow "-with what enthusiasm did we see him
exert himself in oratory even when quite old!  What pleasures are
there 'n feasts, games, or mistresses comparable to pleasures such
as these? And they are all tastes, too, connected with learning,
which in men of sense and good education grow with their growth. 
It is indeed an honourable sentiment which Solon expresses in a
verse which I have quoted before-that he grew old learning many a
fresh lesson every day. Than that intellectual pleasure none
certainly can be greater.

15.  I come now to the pleasures of the farmer, in which [ take
amazing delight.  These are not hindered by any extent of old age,
and seem to me to approach nearest to' the ideal wise man's life.
For he has to deal with the earth, which never refuses its
obedience, nor ever returns what it has received without usury;
sometimes, indeed, with less, but generally with greater interest. 
For my part, however. it is not merely the thing produced, but the
earth's own force and natural productiveness that delight me.  For 
received in its bosom the seed scattered broadcast upon it,
softened and broken up, she first keeps it concealed therein (hence
the harrowing which accomplishes this gets its name from a word
meaning "to hide"); next, when it has been warmed by her heat
and close pressure, she splits it open and draws from it the
greenery of the blade. This, supported by the fibres of the root,
little by little grows up, and held upright by its jointed stalk is
enclosed in sheaths, as being still immature.  When it has emerged
from them it produces an ear of corn arranged in order, and is
defended against the pecking of the smaller birds by a regular
palisade of spikes.

Need I mention the starting, planting, and growth of vines? I can
never have too much of this pleasure-to let you into the secret of
what gives my old age repose and amusement.  For I say nothing
here of the natural force which all things propagated from the
earth possess-the earth which from that tiny grain in a fig, or the
grape-stone in a grape, or the most minute seeds of the other
cereals and plants, produces such huge trunks and boughs.
Mallet-shoots, slips, cuttings, quicksets, layers-are they not enough
to fill anyone with delight and astonishment? The vine by nature is
apt to fall, and unless supported drops down to the earth; yet in
order to keep itself upright it embraces whatever it reaches with its
tendrils as though they were hands.  Then as it creeps on,
spreading itself in intricate and wild profusion, the dresser's art
prunes it with the knife and prevents it growing a forest of shoots
and expanding to excess in every direction. Accordingly at the
beginning of spring in the shoots which have been left there
protrudes at each of the joints what is termed an
From this the grape emerges and shows itself; which, swollen by
the juice of the earth and the heat of the sun, is at first very bitter
to the taste, but afterwards grows sweet as it matures; and being
covered with tendrils is never without a moderate warmth, and yet
is able to ward off the fiery heat of the sun.  Can anything be richer
in product or more beautiful to contemplate? It is not its utility
only, as I said before, that charms me, but the method of its
cultivation and the natural process of its growth: the rows of
uprights, the cross-pieces for the tops of the plants, the tying up of
the vines and their propagation by layers, the pruning, to which I
have already referred, of some shoots, the setting of others.  I need
hardly mention irrigation, or trenching and digging the soil, which
much increase its fertility. As to the advantages of manuring I have
spoken in my book on agriculture. The learned Hesiod did not say
a single word on this subject, though he was writing on the
cultivation of the soil; yet Homer, who in my opinion was many
generations earlier, represents Laertes as softening his regret for
his son by cultivating and manuring his farm. Nor is it only in
cornfields and meadows and vineyards and plantations that a
farmer's life is made cheerful. There are the garden and the
orchard, the feeding of sheep, the swarms of bees, endless varieties
of flowers. Nor is it only planting out that charms: there is also
grafting-surely the most ingenious invention ever made by
husbandmen.

i6.  I might continue my list of the delights of country life; but
even what I have said I think is somewhat over long. However, you
must pardon me; for farming is a very favourite hobby of mine,
and old age is naturally rather garrulous-for I would not be thought
to acquit it of all faults.

Well, it was in a life of this sort that Manius Curius, after
celebrating triumphs over the Samnites, the Sabines, and Pyrrhus,
spent his last days.  When I look at his villa-for it is not far from
my own-I never can enough admire the man's own frugality or the
spirit of the age. As Curius was sitting at his hearth the Samnites,
who brought him  a large sum of gold, were repulsed by him; for it
was not, lie said, a fine thing in his eyes to possess gold, but to rule
those who possessed it.  Could such a high spirit fail to make old
age pleasant?

But to return to farmers-not to wander from my own metier. Tn
those days there were senators, _i. e_. old men, on their farms.  For
L. Quinctius Cincinnatus was actually at the plough when word
was brought him that he had been named Dictator.  It was by his
order as Dictator, by the way, that C. Servilius Ahala, the Master
of the Horse, seized and put to death Spurius Maelius when
attempting to obtain royal power.  Curius as well as other old men
used to receive their summonses to attend the Senate in their
farm-houses, from which circumstance the summoners were called
_viatores_ or "travellers." Was these men's old age an object of
pity who found their pleasure in the cultivation of the land?  In my
opinion, scarcely any life can be more blessed, not alone from its
utility (for agriculture is beneficial to the whole human race), but
also as much from the mere pleasure of the thing, to which I have
already alluded, and from the rich abundance and supply of all
things necessary for the food of man and for the worship of the
gods above.  So, as these are objects of desire to certain people, let
us make our peace with pleasure.  For the good and hard-working
farmer's wine-cellar and oil-store, as well as his larder, are always
well filled, and his whole farm-house is richly furnished. It
abounds in pigs, goats, lambs, fowls, milk, cheese, and. honey. 
Then there is the garden, which the farmers themselves call their "
second flitch."  A zest and flavour is added to all these by hunting
and fowling in spare hours. Need I mention the greenery of
meadows, the rows of trees, the beauty of vineyard and
olive-grove?  I 'will put it briefly: nothing can either furnish
necessaries more richly, or present a fairer spectacle, than
well-cultivated land. And to the enjoyment of that, old age does
not merely present no hindrance-it actually invites and allures to it. 
For where else can it better warm itself, either by basking in the
sun or by sitting by the fire, or at the proper time cool itself more
wholesomely by the help of shade or water? Let the young keep
their arms then to themselves, their horses, spears, their foils and
ball, their swimming baths and running path. To us old men let
them, out of the many forms of sport, leave dice and counters; but
even that as they choose, since old age can be quite happy without
them.

17. Xenophon's books are very useful for many purposes. Pray go
on reading them with attention, as you have ever done. In what
ample terms is agriculture lauded by him in the book about
husbanding one's property, which is called _Oceonomicus_! But to
show you that he thought nothing so worthy of a prince as the taste
for cultivating the soil, I will translate what Socrates says to
Critobulus in that book:

"When that most gallant Lacedaemonian Lysander came to visit
the Persian prince Cyrus at Sardis, so eminent for his character and
the glory of his rule, bringing him presents from his allies, he
treated Lysander in all ways with courteous familiarity and
kindness, and, among other things, took him to see a certain park
carefully planted. Lysander expressed admiration of the height of
the trees and the exact arrangement of their rows in the quincunx,
the careful cultivation of the soil, its freedom from weeds, and the
sweetness of the odours exhaled from the flowers, and went on to
say that what he admired was not the industry only, but also the
skill of the man by whom this had been planned and laid out. 
Cyrus replied: 'Well, it was I who planned the whole thing these
rows are my doing, the laying out is all mine; many of the trees
were even planted by own hand.' Then Lysander, looking at his
purple robe, the brilliance of his person, and his adornment Persian
fashion with gold and many jewels, said: 'People are quite right,
Cyrus, to call you happy, since the advantages of high fortune have
been joined to an excellence like yours.'"

This kind of good fortune, then, it is in the power of old men to
enjoy; nor is age any bar to our maintaining pursuits of every other
kind, and especially of agriculture, to the very extreme verge of
old age.  For instance, we have it on record that M. Valerius
Corvus kept it up to his hundredth year, living on his land and
cultivating it after his active career was over, though between his
first and sixth consulships there was an interval of six and forty
years.  So that he had an official career lasting the number of years
which our ancestors defined as coming between birth and the
beginning of old age. Moreover, that last period of his old age was
more blessed than that of his middle life, inasmuch as he had
greater influence and less labour.  For the crowning grace of old
age is influence.

How great was that of L. Caecilius Metellus! How great that of
Atilius Calatinus, over whom the famous epitaph was placed,
"Very many classes agree in deeming this to have been the very
first man of the nation"! The line cut on his tomb is well known. It
is natural, then, that a man should have had influence, in whose
praise the verdict of history is unanimous.  Again, in recent times,
what a great man was Publius Crassus, Pontifex Maximus, and his
successor in the same office, M. Lepidus!  I need scarcely mention
Paulus or Africanus, or, as I did before, Maximus.  It was not only
their senatorial utterances that had weight: their least gesture had it
also.  In fact, old age, especially when it has enjoyed honours, has
an influence worth all the pleasures of youth put together.

18. But throughout my discourse remember that my panegyric
applies to an old age that has been established on foundations laid
by youth.  From which may be deduced what I once said with
universal applause, that it was a wretched old age that had to
defend itself by speech.  Neither white hairs nor wrinkles can at
once claim influence in themselves: it is the honourable conduct of
earlier days that is rewarded by possessing influence at the last. 
Even things generally regarded as trifling and matters of
course-being saluted, being courted, having way made for one,
people rising when one approaches, being escorted to and from the
forum, being referred to for advice-all these are marks of respect,
observed among us and in other States-always most sedulously
where the moral tone is highest.  They say that Lysander the
Spartan, whom I have mentioned before, used to remark that
Sparta was the most dignified home for old age; for that nowhere
was more respect paid to years, no-where was old age held in
higher honour.  Nay, the story is told of how when a man of
advanced years came into the theatre at Athens when the games
were going on, no place was given him anywhere in that large
assembly by his own countrymen; but when he came near the
Lacedaemonians, who as ambassadors had a fixed place assigned
to them, they rose as one man out of respect for him, and gave the
veteran a seat.  When they were greeted with rounds of applause
from the whole audience, one of them remarked:

"The Athenians know what is right, but will not do it." There are
many excellent rules in our augural college, but among the best is
one which affects our subject-that precedence in speech goes by
seniority; and augurs who are older are preferred only to those who
have held higher office, but even to those who are actually in
possession of imperium. What then are the physical pleasures to be
compared with the reward of influence? Those who have
employed it with distinction appear to me to have played the
drama of life to its end, and not to have broken down in the last act
like unpractised players.

But, it will be said, old men are fretful, fidgety, ill-tempered, and
disagreeable.  If you come to that, they are also avaricious.  But
these are faults of character, not of the time of life. And, after all,
fretfulness and the other faults I mentioned admit of some
excuse-not, indeed, a complete one, but one that may possibly pass
muster: they think them-selves neglected, looked down upon,
mocked,  Besides with bodily weakness every rub is a source of
pain. Yet all these faults are softened both by good character and
good education. Illustrations of this may be found in real life, as
also on the stage in the case of the brothers in the _Adeiphi_. What
harshness in the one, what gracious manners in the other  The fact
is that, just as it is not every wine, so it is not every life, that turns
sour from keeping,  Serious gravity I approve of in old age, but, as
in other things, it must be within due limits: bitterness I can in no
case approve. What the object of senile avarice may be I cannot
conceive. For can there be anything more absurd than to seek more
journey money, the less there remains of the journey?

19. There remains the fourth reason, which more than anything
else appears to torment men of my age and keep them in a
flutter-THE NEARNESS OF DEATH, which, it must be allowed,
cannot be far from an old man.  But what a poor dotard must he be
who has not learnt in the course of so long a life that death is not a
thing to be feared?  Death, that is either to be totally disregarded, if
it entirely extinguishes the soul, or is even to be desired, if it brings
him where he is to exist forever. A third alternative, at any rate,
cannot possibly be discovered. Why then should I be afraid if I am
destined either not to be miserable after death or even to be happy?
After all, who is such a fool as to feel certain-however young he
may be-that he will be alive in the evening?  Nay, that time of life
has many more chances of death than ours, Young men more
easily contract diseases; their illnesses are more serious; their
treatment has to be more severe. Accordingly, only a few arrive at
old age.  If that were not so, life would be conducted better and
more wisely; for it is in old men that thought, reason, and prudence
are to be found; and if there had been no old men, States would
never have existed at all.  But I return to the subject of the
imminence of death. What sort of charge is this against old age,
when you see that it is shared by youth? I had reason in the case of
my excellent son-as you had, Scipio, in that of your brothers, who
were expected to attain the highest honours-to realise that death is
common to every time of life. Yes, you will say; but a young man
expects to live long; an old man cannot expect to do so.  Well, he
is a fool to expect it.  For what can be more foolish than to regard
the uncertain as certain, the false as true? "An old man has nothing
even to hope."  Ah, but it is just there that he is in a better position
than a young man, since what the latter only hopes he has
obtained.  The one wishes to live long; the other has lived long.

And yet, good heaven! what is "long" in a man's life? For grant the
utmost limit: let us expect an age like that of the King of the
Tartessi.  For there was, as I find recorded, a certain Agathonius at
Gades who reigned eighty years and lived a hundred and twenty. 
But to my mind nothing seems even long in which there is any
"last," for when that arrives, then all the past has slipped away-only
that remains to which you have attained by virtue and righteous
actions. Hours indeed, and days and months and years depart, nor
does past time ever return, nor can the future be known.  Whatever
time each is granted for life, with that he is bound to be content.
An actor, in order to earn approval, is not bound to perform the
play from beginning to end; let him only satisfy the audience in
whatever act he appears.  Nor need a wise man go on to the
concluding "plaudite."  For a short term of life is long enough for
living well and honourably. But if you go farther, you have no
more right to grumble than farmers do because the charm of the
spring season is past and the summer and autumn have come.  For
the word "spring" in a way suggests youth, and points to the
harvest to be: the other seasons are suited for the reaping and
storing of the crops. Now the harvest of old age is, as I have often
said, the memory and rich store of blessings laid up in easier life.
Again, all things that accord with nature are to be counted as good. 
But what can be more in accordance with nature than for old men
to die? A thing, indeed, which also beliefs young men, though
nature revolts and fights against it. Accordingly, the death of
young men seems to me like putting out a great fire with a deluge
of water; but old men die like a fire going out because it has burnt
down of its own nature without artificial means.  Again, just as
apples when unripe are torn from trees, but when ripe and mellow
drop down, so it is violence that takes life from young men,
ripeness from old.  This ripeness is so delightful to me, that, as I
approach nearer to death, I seem as it were to be sighting land, and
to be coming to port at last after a long voyage.

20. Again, there is no fixed borderline for old age, and you are
making a good and proper use of it as long as you can satisfy the
call of duty and disregard death.  The result of this is, that old age
is even more confident and courageous than youth. That is the
meaning of Solon's answer to the tyrant Pisistratus. When the latter
asked him what he relied upon in opposing him with such
boldness, he is said to have replied, "On my old age."  But that end
of life is the best, when, without the intellect or senses being
impaired, Nature herself takes to pieces her own handiwork which
she also put together. Just as the builder of a ship or a house can
break them up more easily than any one else, so the nature that
knit together the human frame can also best unfasten it.  Moreover,
a thing freshly glued together is always difficult to pull asunder; if
old, this is easily done.

The result is that the short time of life left to them is not to be
grasped at by old men with greedy eagerness, or abandoned
without cause. Pythagoras forbids us, without an order from our
commander, that is God, to desert life's fortress and outpost.
Solon's epitaph, indeed, is that of a wise man, in which he says that
he does not wish his death to be unaccompanied by the sorrow and
lamentations of his friends. He wants, I suppose, to be beloved by
them. But I rather think Ennius says better:

None grace me with their tears, nor weeping loud
Make sad my funeral rites!

He holds that a death is not a subject for mourning when it is
followed by immortality.

Again, there may possibly be some sensation of dying
and that only for a short time, especially in the case of an old man:
after death, indeed, sensation is either what one would desire, or it
disappears altogether.  But to disregard death is a lesson which
must be studied from our youth up; for unless that is learnt, no one
can have a quiet mind.  For die we certainly must, and that too
without being certain whether it may not be this very day.  As
death, therefore, is hanging over our head every hour, how can a
man ever be unshaken in soul if he fears it?

But on this theme I don't think I need much enlarge: when I
remember what Lucius Brutus did, who was killed while defending
his country; or the two Decii, who spurred their horses to a gallop
and met a voluntary death; or M. Atilius Regulus, who left his
home to confront a death of torture, rather than break the word
which lie had pledged to the enemy; or the two Scipios, who
determined to block the Carthaginian advance even with their own
bodies; or your grandfather Lucius Paulus, who paid with his life
for the rashness of his colleague in the disgrace at Cannae; or M.
Marcellus, whose death not even the most bloodthirsty of enemies
would allow to go without the honour of burial. It is enough to
recall that our legions (as I have recorded in my _Origins_) have
often marched with cheerful and lofty spirit to ground from which
they believed that they would never return.  That, therefore, which
young men-not only uninstructed, but absolutely ignorant-treat as
of no account, shall men who are neither young nor ignorant shrink
from in terror? As a general truth, as it seems to me, it is weariness
of all pursuits that creates weariness of life.  There are certain
pursuits adapted to childhood: do young men miss them? There are
others suited to early manhood: does that settled time of life called
"middle age" ask for them? There are others, again, suited to that
age, but not looked for in old age.  There are, finally, some which
belong to Old age.  Therefore, as the pursuits of the earlier ages
have their time for disappearing, so also have those of old age.
And when that takes place, a satiety of life brings on the ripe time
for death.

21. For I do not see why I should not venture to tell you my
personal opinion as to death, of which I seem to myself to have a
clearer vision in proportion as I am nearer to it. I believe, Scipio
and Laelius, that your fathers-those illustrious men and my dearest
friends-are still alive, and that too with a life which alone deserves
the name. For as long as we are imprisoned in this framework of
the body, we perform a certain function and laborious work
assigned us by fate. The soul, in fact, is of heavenly origin, forced
down from its home in the highest, and, so to speak, buried in
earth, a place quite opposed to its divine nature and its
immortality.  But I suppose the immortal gods to have sown souls
broadcast in human bodies, that there might be some to survey the
world, and while contemplating the order of the heavenly bodies to
imitate it in the unvarying regularity of their life. Nor is it only
reason and arguments that have brought me to this belief, but the
great fame and authority of the most distinguished philosophers. I
used to be told that Pythagoras and the Pythagoreans-almost
natives of our country, who in old times had been called the Italian
school of philosophers-never doubted that we had souls drafted
from  the universal Divine intelligence.  I used be-sides to have
pointed out to me the discourse delivered by Socrates on the last
day of his life upon the immortality of the soul-Socrates who was
pronounced by the oracle at Delphi to be the wisest of men.  I need
say no more.  I have convinced myself, and T hold-in view of the
rapid movement of the soul, its vivid memory of the past and its
prophetic knowledge of the future, its many accomplishments, its
vast range of knowledge, its numerous discoveries
-that a nature embracing such varied gifts cannot itself be mortal. 
And since the soul is always in motion and yet has no external
source of motion, for it is self-moved, I conclude that it will also
have no end to its motion, because it is not likely ever to abandon
itself.  Again, since the nature of the soul is not composite, nor has
in it any admixture that is not homogeneous an(l similar, I
conclude that it is indivisible, and, if indivisible, that it cannot
perish. It is again a strong proof of men knowing most things
before birth, that when mere children they grasp innumerable facts
with such speed as to show that they are not then taking them in
for the first time, but remembering and recalling them. This is
roughly Plato's argument.

22. Once more in Xenophon we have the elder Cyrus on his
deathbed speaking as follows:-

"Do not suppose, my dearest sons, that when I have left you I shall
be nowhere and no one. Even when I was with you, you did not see
my soul, but knew that it was in this body of mine from what I did. 
Believe then that it is still the same, even though you see it not.
The honours paid to illustrious men had not continued to exist
after their death, had the souls of these very men not done
something to make us retain our recollection of them beyond the
ordinary time. For myself, I never could be persuaded that souls
while in mortal bodies were alive, and died directly they left them;
nor, in fact, that the soul only lost all intelligence when it left the
unintelligent body. I believe rather that when, by being liberated
from all corporeal admixture, it has begun to be pure and
undefiled, it is then that it becomes wise. And again, when man's
natural frame is resolved into its elements by death, it is clearly
seen whither each of the other elements departs: for they all go to
the place from which they came: but the soul alone is invisible
alike when present and when departing.  Once more, you see that
nothing is so like death as sleep. And yet it is in sleepers that souls
most clearly reveal their divine nature; for they foresee many
events when they are allowed to escape and are left free. This
shows what they are likely to be when they have completely freed
themselves from the fetters of the body. Wherefore, if these things
are so, obey me as a god.  But if my soul is to perish with my body,
nevertheless do you from awe of the gods, who guard and govern
this fair universe, preserve my memory by the loyalty and piety of
your lives."

23.
Such are the words of the dying Cyrus. I will now, with your good
leave, look at home. No one, my dear Scipio, shall ever persuade
me that your father Paulus and your two grandfathers Paulus and
Africanus, or the father of Africanus, or his uncle, or many other
illustrious men not necessary to mention, would have attempted
such lofty deeds as to be remaindered by posterity, had they not
seen in their minds that future ages concerned them. Do you
suppose-to take an old man's privilege of a little self-praise-that I
should have been likely to undertake such heavy labours by day
and night, at home and abroad, if I had been destined to have the
same limit to my glory as to my life? Had it not been much better
to pass an age of ease and repose without any labour or exertion? 
But my soul, I know not how, refusing to be kept down, ever fixed
its eyes upon future ages, as though from a conviction that it would
begin to live only when it had left the body. But had it not been the
case that souls were immortal, it would not have been the souls of
all the best men that made the greatest efforts after an immortality
of fame.

Again, is there not the fact that the wisest man ever dies with the
greatest cheerfulness, the most unwise with the least? Don't you
think that the soul which has the clearer and longer sight sees that
it is starting for better things, while the soul whose vision is
dimmer does not see it?  For my part, I am transported with the
desire to see your fathers, who were the object of my reverence
and affection.  Nor is it only those whom I knew that I long to see;
it is those also of whom I have been told and have read, whom I
have myself recorded in my history. When I am setting out for that,
there is certainly no one who will find it easy to draw me back, or
boil me up again like second Pelios.  Nay, if some god should
grant me to renew my childhood from my present age and once
more to be crying in my cradle, I would firmly refuse; nor should I
in truth be willing, after having, as it were, run the full course, to
be recalled from the winning-crease to the barriers. For what
blessing has life to offer? Should we not rather say what labour?
But granting that it has, at any rate it has after all a limit either to
enjoyment or to existence. I don't wish to depreciate life, as many
men and good philosophers have often done; nor do I regret having
lived, for I have done so in a way that lets me think that I was not
born in vain. But I quit life as I would

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an inn, not as I would a home. For nature has given us a place of
entertainment, not of residence.

Oh glorious day when I shall set out to join that heavenly conclave
and company of souls, and depart from the turmoil and impurities
of this world! For I shall not go to join only those whom I have
before mentioned, but also my son Cato, than whom no better man
was ever born, nor one more conspicuous for piety. His body was
burnt by me, though mine ought, on the contrary, to have been
burnt by him; but his spirit, not abandoning, but ever looking back
upon me, has certainly gone whither he saw that I too must come. I
was thought to bear that loss heroically, not that I really bore it
without distress, but I found my own consolation in the thought
that the parting and separation between us was not to be for long.

It is by these means, my dear Scipio,-for you said that you and
Laelius were wont to express surprise on this point, -that my old
age sits lightly on me, and is not only not oppressive but even
delightful. But if I am wrong in thinking the human soul immortal,
I am glad to be wrong; nor will I allow the mistake which gives me
so much pleasure to be wrested from me as long as I live. But if
when dead, as some insignificant philosophers think, I am to be
without sensation, I am not afraid of dead philosophers deriding
my errors. Again, if we are not to be immortal, it is nevertheless
what a man must wish-to have his life end at its proper time. For
nature puts a limit to living as to everything else. Now, old age is
as it were the playing out of the drama, the full fatigue of which
we should shun, especially when we also feel that we have had
more than enough of it.

This is all I had to say on old age.  I pray that you may arrive at it,
that you may put my words to a practical test.





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