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            Alain of Lille [Alanus de lnsulis]: The Complaint of Nature. [ d. 1202.]  
           
          Alain of Lille [Alanus de lnsulis], d. 1202., The complaint of nature, Yale studies in English, v. 36 (1908), Translation of De planctu natura. by Douglas M. Moffat. Pagination preserved in etext form  
          PREFACE 
           The connection of the De Planctu Naturae with Chaucer's Parlement of Foules and with the Roman de la Rose,
            
            the increasing frequency of references to it in works of scholarship,
            
            and its inaccessibility save in its peculiar Latin, have furnished
            
            the reasons for this translation. The importance of Alain's work
            
            lies wholly in what it prompted; by itself it would have long
            
            since been justly forgotten. The theologian whose great stores
            
            of recondite learning made him the `Doctor Universalis' of his
            
            day, the 'Alain who was very sage,' the 'Doctor SS. Theologiae
            
            Famosus,' is now known chiefly because of two lines in the blithe
            
            and famous poet of early England. He is distinctly of that number
            
            to whom the interests of scholarship alone give any present life.
            
            Still, in the eye of scholarship his importance is not inconsiderable.
            
            Not only the great interest attending everything which has to
            
            do with Chaucer, with the sources from which he drew, and with
            
            the very hints which he throws out so lightly, but also the extensive
            
            influence which the De Planctu Naturae exerted on Jean
            
            de Meun's part of the Roman de la Rose, give him a position
            
            which all investigators in these fields of literature must recognize.
            
            The statement of Langlois that more than five thousand verses
            
            of the Roman de la Rose are translated, imitated, or inspired
            
            by the De Planctu Natura is excellent authority that this
            
            mysterious scholar of the Middle Ages, whose very identity is
            
            unascertained, was of those who beget kings in literature, though
            
            he himself were none.  
           It is difficult to render the Latin of Alain into a translation
            
            which shall be at once accurate and yet not too much at variance
            
            with the fundamental standards of good English literature. Truly, as was said by Robert
            
            Holkoth long ago, the De Planctu Naturae is 'metro et prosa
            
            compositum scientifice multum et curiose.' Those repetitions,
            
            those fantastic circumlocutions, those wonderful wild flowers
            
            of metaphor which grow up constantly around him, leave on the
            
            translator's hands a multitude of words, fluttering over an embarrassing
            
            paucity of ideas, for which English synonyms and approved figures
            
            of English speech are manifestly few or lacking. The present translator
            
            hopes that he is not chargeable too heavily with the weaknesses
            
            of a compromise. It has not been thought advisable to render into
            
            anything but prose those portions of the original which are in
            
            verse.  
           I have been unable to find any thoroughly good text of the De
            
            Planctu Naturce. The one which I have used as a basis is that
            
            of Thomas Wright, found in Satirical Poets of the Twelfth Century, Vol. 2 (Rolls Series, London, 1872) ; but several of the variants
            
            which he notes, and several from the text of Migne in the Patrologia
              
              Latina, Vol. 210 (Paris, 1855), which Wright does not note,
            
            have been adopted, and a few emendations have been made. To all
            
            such changes attention is called in the foot-notes.  
           I owe many thanks to Professor Charles U. Clark, of Yale University,
            
            and to Dr. Richard M. Gummere, of Haverford College, for their
            
            careful revision of large portions of the translation. To Professor
            
            Albert S. Cook, of Yale University, at whose suggestion the work
            
            was undertaken, I have been greatly indebted for help and guidance
            
            at every stage.  
           D. M. M.  
           YALE UNIVERSITY,  
           May 2, 1908  
           
          THE BOOK OF ALAIN ON THE COMPLAINT OF NATURE.  
           METRE 1.  
           In lacrimas risus, in luctus gaudia verto.  
           I change laughter to tears, joy to sorrow, applause to lament,
            
            mirth to grief, when I behold the decrees of Nature [1] in abeyance;
            
            when society is ruined and destroyed by the monster of sensual
            
            love; when Venus, fighting against Venus, makes men women; when
            
            with s her magic art she unmans men. It is not pretense that travails
            
            with sorrow, O adulterer! nor the tears of pretense, nor dissimulation;
            
            rather is it grief, and birth itself is given to sorrow. The Muse
            
            requests, this very grief commands, Nature implores that, as,
            
            I weep, I give them a mournful song. Alas! Whither [2] has the
            
            loveliness of Nature, the beauty of character, the standard of
            
            chastity, the love of virtue departed? [3] Nature weeps, character
            
            passes away, chastity is wholly banished from its former high
            
            station, and become an orphan. The sex of active nature trembles
            
            shamefully at the way in which it declines into passive nature.
            
            Man is made woman, he blackens the honor of his sex, the craft
            
            of magic Venus makes him of double gender. He is both predicate
            
            and subject, he becomes likewise of two declensions, he pushes
            
            the laws of grammar too far. He, though made by Nature's skill,
            
            barbarously denies that he is a man. Art does not please him,
            
            but rather artifice; even that artificiality cannot be called
            
            metaphor; rather it sinks  
           1 Reading Naturam, with Migne.  
           2 Reading quo, with Migne.  
           3 Reading secessit, with Migne.  
          into viciousness. He is too fond of logic, with whom a simple
            
            conversion causes the rights of Nature to perish. He strikes on
            
            an anvil which emits no sparks. The very hammer deforms its own
            
            anvil. The spirit of the womb imprints no seal on matter, but
            
            rather the plowshare plows along [1] a sterile beach. Thus the
            
            iambic measure goes badly with the dactylic foot of earthly love,
            
            in which always the long syllable does not permit a short. Though
            
            all the beauty of man humbles itself before the fairness of woman,
            
            being always inferior to her glory; though the face of the daughter
            
            of Tyndaris is brought into being [2]and the comeliness of Adonis
            
            and Narcissus, conquered, adores her; for all this she is scorned,
            
            although she speaks as beauty itself, though her godlike grace
            
            affirms her to be a goddess, though for her the thunderbolt would
            
            fail in the hand of Jove, and every sinew of Apollo would pause
            
            and lie inactive, though for her the free man would become a slave,
            
            and Hippolytus, to enjoy her love, would sell his very chastity.
            
            Why do so many kisses lie untouched on maiden lips, and no one
            
            wish to gain a profit from them? These once pressed on me would
            
            sweeten my lips with flavor, and, honeyed, would offer a honeycomb
            
            to the mouth; the spirit would go out in kisses, all given over
            
            to the mouth, and play on lips with itself. So that until I should
            
            in this way die, my course finished, I, as another self, would
            
            in these kisses enjoy a happy life to the utmost. Not only does
            
            the adulterous Phrygian pursue the daughter of Tyndaris, but Paris
            
            with Paris devises unspeakable and monstrous acts. Not only does
            
            Pyramus seek the kisses of Thisbe through the chink, but no small
            
            opening of Venus pleases him. Not only does the son of Peleus
            
            counterfeit the bearing  
           1. Reading tin, with Migne.  
           2 Reading formetur, with Migne.  
          of a maiden, that so to maidens he may prove himself dear, but
            
            he wickedly gives away the gift of Nature for a gift, in selling
            
            for the love of money his sex. Such deserve anathema in the temple
            
            of Genius, for they deny the tithes of Genius and their own duties.  
            
          PROSE I.  
           Cum haec elegiaca lamentabili ejulatione crebrius recenserem.  
           While I with sorrowful lament was repeating these elegies over
            
            and over again, a woman glided down from the inner palace of the
            
            impassable heavens, and appeared, hastening her approach to me.
            
            Her hair, which shone not with borrowed light but with its own,
            
            and which displayed the likeness of rays, not by semblance, but
            
            by native clearness surpassing nature, showed on a starry body
            
            the head of a virgin. Twin tresses flowing loosely, [1] neither
            
            forsook the parts above nor yet disdained to smile upon the ground
            
            with a kiss. The line of a slender necklace , crossing itself
            
            obliquely, divided the strife of her hair; nor was this ever [2]
            
            a blemish in her appearance, but rather commanded its beauty [3].
            
            And a golden comb smoothed into the dance of due orderliness the
            
            gold of her hair .5 and wondered to have found a countenance agreeing,
            
            for the gold of fancy imposed upon the vision the false conclusion
            
            of harmonious color. But in truth her forehead, wide and full
            
            and even, was of the milkwhite lily in color, and seemed to vie
            
            with the lily. Her eyebrows, starry in golden brightness, had
            
            neither  
           1 Reading quem, with B.  
           2 Reading umquam, with Migne.  
           3 Reading vultui erat detriments, sed praerat decori with Migne.  
          grown unduly into a forest of hairs, nor fallen into unmeet scantiness,
            
            but between both held a mean. The clear calm of the eyes, which
            
            attracted with friendly light, offered the freshness of twin stars.
            
            Her nose, fragrant with lovely odor, and neither out of measure
            
            low nor unduly prominent, had a certain distinction. The nard
            
            of her breath gave the nose banquets of delicate perfume. Her
            
            lips, gently .rounded, invited the tyros of Venus to kisses. Her
            
            teeth, by some harmony of color, had the appearance of ivory.
            
            The glowing fire of her cheeks, kindled with the light of roses,
            
            with soft flame cheered her face; and this in turn chastened the
            
            pleasing warmth with cool whiteness-like rose-color on fine linen.Her
            
            smooth chin, fairer than crystalline light, wore a silvery brightness.
            
            Her neck, while not unduly long, was molded gracefully, and did
            
            not allow the nape to be close to the shoulders. The apples of
            
            her breasts promised the ripeness of glorious youth. Her arms,
            
            beautifully formed for the delight of the beholder, seemed to
            
            ask for embraces. The finely drawn curve of her waist, which had
            
            the mark of due moderation, brought her whole presence to the
            
            height of perfection. And faith spoke other parts, which a more
            
            secret habitation held aside, to be even better. For in her body
            
            lay unapparent a more beautiful form, of whose joys the countenance
            
            offered a foretaste: yet, as this very form made known, the key
            
            of Dione had never opened the lock of its chastity. And although
            
            the joy of her loveliness was so great, yet she tried to blot
            
            out the smile of her beauty with precious tears. For a stealthy
            
            dew, sprung from the welling of her eyes, proclaimed the flow
            
            of inwards grief, and her very face, cast to earth with chaste
            
            modesty, told of some injury done to the virgin herself. The sparkling crown of a regal diadem, shining with dances
            
            of gems, brightened high on her head. No base alloy of gold, derogate
            
            from high worth, and deceptive to the eye with false light, supplied
            
            its substance but the pure nobility of gold itself. With marvelous
            
            revolution and ceaseless turning, this diadem travelled from east
            
            to west, and then by backward motion was continually restored
            
            to its rising. And its incessant performing of this, and its constant
            
            journeying to its starting-place, seemed almost a useless motion.
            
            Some of these gems at one time offered to the sight miracles of
            
            fresh day in the new sun of their light ; but at another time
            
            by eclipse of their brilliancy seemed banished from the palace
            
            of the same diadem. Others, which were fixed, maintained the vigil
            
            of their sparkling, and were constant watchers. Among these a
            
            circle, shining in the likeness of the zodiacal curve, and glittering
            
            with chains of precious stones, cut across the thickly starred
            
            space. And on this a group of twelve gems seemed, from the advance
            
            of its numbers and from its especial splendor, to demand supremacy
            
            over the others.  
           Furthermore, in the front of the diadem three jewels, by the
            
            bold pride of their beams, supplanted and out-' shone the other
            
            nine. The first stone condemned darkness to exile by its light,
            
            and cold by its fire. On this, as the skillful deceptions of a
            
            picture manifested there blazed the form of a lion. The second,
            
            which was yet not inferior to the first in light, flashed in a
            
            more prominent position in this same part of the diadem, and seemed
            
            to look down on the other stones almost with indignation. On this,
            
            in a perfect picture of the reality, a crab with varying and conflicting
            
            motion went backward as it went forward, retreated gas it progressed,
            
            and seemed to advance behind its own self The third stone redeemed the scant brightness of a stone
            
            set over against it by the abundant wealth of its own clear light.
            
            On this, as a truthful picture asserted, the mythical children
            
            of Leda advanced and welcomed each other with mutual embraces.
            
            In like manner, three stones, whose power was of second degree,
            
            had set their thrones in an opposite part. Of these the first,
            
            with little drops of moisture, gave the likeness of tears, and
            
            saddened its look with counterfeit weeping. On this, as the fancy
            
            of skilful engraving had drawn and set forth, the pitcher of the
            
            Idean youth gurgled with flowing stream. The second stone kept
            
            all resting-places for --s warmth ouf of its dominion, and with
            
            icy numbness claimed winter for its guest. On this a picture gave,
            
            by an illusive likeness of goat's wool, the hairy pelt of a goat.
            
            The third stone, which had the appearance of crystalline light.
            
            prophesied with banner of cold the coming of winter. On this the
            
            old Haemonian with diligent bending of the bow threatened wounds,
            
            yet never made good his threats. Playing upon another beautiful
            
            side, three mild and fair gems delighted the eyes. The first of
            
            these, aflame with the glow of rosy color, gave to view a rose;
            
            and in it a bull showed the well-known marks of his head, and
            
            was seen thirsting for battle. Another, of which the lustre was
            
            exceptional, blessed the companies of its fellows with grace and
            
            kindliness. On this a ram gloried in the nobility of its head,
            
            and demanded the leadership of the flock. The third, which had
            
            a greenish hue, cherished within it an emerald-like balm to freshen
            
            the sight. On this, within a fancied river, fish swam according
            
            to their kind, and sported in great numbers along the shore. On
            
            the opposite side, the shining beauty of a group of three stars
            
            sparkled with glad delight. Of these stones the first, beaming with the' golden sun
            
            of its own splendor, wore the grace of unwearying beauty. On this,
            
            as the poetical fancy' of the cutting showed, a virgin, by her
            
            excelling fairness, like an Astraca rivaled the stars. The second
            
            neither wantoned in excessive splendor nor begged the sparks of
            
            a meagre glory, but rejoiced in a moderate flame. And on this,
            
            below the steady tongue of a balance, in a truthful and yet artistic
            
            representation, a pair of scales foretold the trial of weights.
            
            The third, the faces of which turned and alternated, now promised
            
            a kindly clearness, now gave itself up to the clouds of obscurity.
            
            On this the figure of a scorpion stood out, and presaged with
            
            its face laughter, with the sting of its tail tears.  
           Moreover, under the stations of these twelve stones a sevenfold
            
            array of gems kept up with a continual circling, a marvelous sort
            
            of play and pleasing dance. Nor did this dance lack the sweetness
            
            of melodious sound. Now it frolicked in little notes, now it quickened
            
            into tones rich and swelling, and now, with stronger trump, advanced
            
            into the full burst of harmony, the depth of which stirred delight
            
            in our ears, and brought the first joys of sleep to our eyes.
            
            For since it is that moderate listening keeps away discontent,
            
            so excess brings on weariness; and the drowsy hearing faded, tired
            
            with the full and excessive melody. These seven stones, though
            
            not held subject to the diadem itself by any bands of connection,
            
            yet never deserted their fellowship of the upper stones. The highest
            
            was a diamond. This, more economical of movement than the others,
            
            but more spendthrift of ease, delayed very long in the completion
            
            of its wide orbit. With such frostiness and great cold did it
            
            slowly move that its essential form gave proof that it had  been born under the Saturnian star. The second was an agate, which,
            
            from its path being close at hand, was more easily seen than the
            
            others. Its effect was with some to change hate to love, and with
            
            others by its commanding virtue and power to render imperfect
            
            charity perfect; for its kindly operation asserted it to be, by
            
            close relationship of nature, of a family with the star of Jove.
            
            The third was an asterite, in which the dominion of heat had taken
            
            its station, and where was gathered the energy of the star Mars
            
            and its peculiar quality preserved. This, with threatening countenance
            
            of terrible splendor, warned destruction to others. The fourth
            
            was a ruby, having the likeness of the sun. With its streaming
            
            candle this banished the shades of night, and put to sleep the
            
            eclipsed lamps of its fellows. Now in the regal authority of majesty
            
            it ordered the others to make way, and now brought to the disturbance
            
            a quiet power. Then with a sapphire came an amethyst, pressing
            
            on the former's tracks, and tending it almost as a servant, yet
            
            never prejudiced by the quality of the other's light. Apart from
            
            the sapphire a little space, it either ran beside it round its
            
            orbit, or followed, or the one star lagged and granted the other
            
            the concession of going first. Of these two stones, the first
            
            by its harmonious quality gave the effect of the Mercurial star;
            
            the other, the effect of th6 Dionean. The last stone was a pearl,
            
            which was set in the rim of the flashing crown, and which shone
            
            with another's light, begging the aid of lustre from the ruby.
            
            Within the presence of the latter's radiance it either increased
            
            in the growth of its beam of light, or reached its full and shrank,
            
            as if it worshiped the ruby; and it petitioned that it should
            
            be re-adorned with the fires of its brother. and wear the beauties
            
            of that light renewed. Now it repaired the losses of its wasted round by fixed and regular succor;
            
            now, shorn of its beams, it lamented the loss of its proper majesty,
            
            for this was silvery with crystal splendor, answering to the appearance
            
            of the lunar star. The bright nobility of this diadem by all these
            
            glories revealed the likeness of the firmament.  
           A garment, woven from silky wool and covered with many colors,
            
            was as the virgin's robe of state. Its appearance perpetually
            
            changed with many a different color and manifold hue. At first
            
            it startled the sight with the white radiance of the lily Next,
            
            as if its simplicity had been thrown aside and it were striving
            
            for something better, it glowed with rosy life. Then, reaching
            
            the height of perfection, it gladdened the sight with the greenness
            
            of the emerald. Moreover, spun exceedingly fine so as to escape
            
            the scrutiny of the eye it was so deliacate of substance that
            
            you would think it and the air of the same nature. On it, as a
            
            picture fancied to sight, was being held a parliament of of the
            
            living creation. There theeagle, first assuming youth, then age,
            
            and finally returning to the first, changed from Nestor to Adonis.
            
            There the hawk, chief of the realm of the air, demanded tribute
            
            from its subjects with i violent tyranny. The kite assumed the
            
            character of, hunter, and in its stealthy preying seemed like
            
            the ghost of the hawk. The falcon stirred up civil war against
            
            the heron, though this was not divided with equal balance, for
            
            that should not be thought of by the name of war where you strike,
            
            but I only am struck.. The ostrich, disregarding a worldly life
            
            for a lonely, dwelt like a hermit in solitudes of desert places.
            
            The swan, herald of its own death, foretold with its honey sweet
            
            lyre of music the stopping of its life. There  on the peacock Nature had rained so great a treasure store of
            
            beauty that you would think she afterwards would have gone begging.
            
            The phoenix died in its real self, but, by some miracle of nature,
            
            revived in another, and in its death aroused itself from the dead.
            
            The bird of concord [1] paid tribute to Nature by decimating its
            
            brood. There lived sparrows, shrunk to, low, pygmean atoms; while
            
            the crane opposite went to the excess of gigantic size. The pheasant,
            
            after it had endured the confinement of its natal island, flew
            
            into our worlds, destined to become the delight of princes. The
            
            cock, like a popular astrologer, told with its voice's clock the
            
            divisions of the hours. But the wild cock derided its domestic
            
            idleness, and roamed abroad, wandering through the woody regions.
            
            The horned owl, prophet of misery, sang psalms of future deep
            
            sorrowing. The night owl was so gross with the dregs of ugliness
            
            that you would think that nature had dozed at its making. The
            
            crow predicted things to come in the excitement of vain chatter.
            
            The dubiously colored magpie kept up a sleepless attention to
            
            argument. The jackdaw treasured trifles of its commendable thieving,2
            
            showing the signs of inborn avarice. The dove drunk with the sweet
            
            Dionean evil, labored at the sport of Cypris. The raven, hating
            
            the shame of rivalry, did not confess for its brood its own offspring,
            
            until the sign of dark color was disclosed, whereupon, as if disputing
            
            with itself it acknowledged the fact. The partridge shunned now
            
            the attacks of the powers of the air, now the traps of hunters,
            
            now the warning barks of dogs. The duck and the goose wintered,
            
            according to the same law of living, in their native land of streams.
            
            The turtle-dove, widowed of its mate, scorned to return to love,
            
            and  
           1. Migne reads ciconia, stork.  
           2. Lat. latrocinio laudabili  
          refused the consolation of marrying again. The parrot on the anvil
            
            of its throat fashioned the coin of human speech. There the trick
            
            of a false voice beguiled the quail, ignorant of the deceit of
            
            the serpent's figure. The woodpecker, architect of its own small
            
            house, with its beak's pick made a little retreat in an oak. The
            
            hedge-sparrow, putting aside the role of stepmother, with the
            
            maternal breast of devotion adopted as its child the alien offspring
            
            of the cuckoo; but the offspring, though the subject of so great
            
            a boon, yet knew itself not as own son, but as stepchild. The
            
            swallow returned from its wandering, and made with mud under a
            
            beam its nest and home. The nightingale, renewing the complaint
            
            of its ravishment, and making music of harmonious sweetness, gave
            
            excuse for the fall of its chastity. The lark, like a highsouled
            
            musician, offered the lyre of its throat, not with the artfulness
            
            of study but with the mastery of nature, as one most skilled in
            
            the lore of melody; and refining its tones into finer, separated
            
            these little notes into inseparable chains. The bat, bird of double
            
            sex, held the rank of cipher among small birds. These living things,
            
            although as it were in allegory moving there, seemed to exist
            
            actually.  
           Fine linen with its white shaded into green, which the maiden,
            
            as she herself shortly afterward said, had woven without a seam,
            
            and which was not of common material, but rejoiced in a skilled
            
            workmanship, served for her mantle. Its many intricate folds showed
            
            the color of water, and on it a graphic picture told of the nature
            
            of the watery creation, as divided into numerous species. There
            
            the whale- fought with cliffs, and rushed on and rammed the forts
            
            of ships with the rock of its hugely towering body. The sea-dog,
            
            (the noisy sound of the name of which is doubly confusing, since it never barks), hunted the hares of its world
            
            in the glades of the sea. The sturgeon offered the excellence
            
            [1] of its flesh to royal tables -- as a special blessing. The
            
            herring, that most common fish, relieved the hunger of the poor
            
            with its body which is shared by all. The plaice atoned by its
            
            delectable savor for the absence of meat in the forty days rigor.
            
            The mullet, with the sweet spices of its flesh, enticed the palates
            
            of those who tasted. The trout was baptized on the open sea and
            
            entered into the salt gulfs, and was known by the name of salmon.
            
            Dolphins by prophetic appearance foretold to ships the rage of
            
            the sea to come. There was a fish with the lower members of a
            
            siren, and with the face of a man. The luna, bereft of its own
            
            light, revenged, seemingly in spite, its private injury on the
            
            shell-fish; but the latter, as if laboring in corporeal new moon,
            
            atoned for the loss. To these dwellers in the regions of the brine
            
            had been assigned the middle portion of the mantle. Its remaining
            
            portion held migratory fish, which wandered in various streams,
            
            and had their haunts in their own land of fresher water. There
            
            the pike, with tyrannical compulsion and not from warranted necessity,
            
            imprisoned its subjects in the dungeon of its belly. The barbel,
            
            from its small size not renowned, lived with the common fish on
            
            more friendly terms. The shad accompanied the vernal season, and
            
            offered with the joys of spring the delights of its savor, greeting
            
            the tastes of men with its approach. The small muraena, slit with
            
            many an opening, gathered the germs of fever for persons dining.
            
            The eel, which copied the nature of the serpent, was thought because
            
            of its like trait to be the serpent's descendant. The perch, armored
            
            with javelins of spines, shunned the  
           1. Reading nobilitatem, with Migne.  
          insults of the sea-wolf the less. The cat-fish made up in its
            
            swollen head that which it lost in the slimness of its lower body.
            
            These pictures, finely drawn on the mantle in the manner of sculpture,
            
            seemed by miracle to swim.  
           A damask tunic, also, pictured with embroidered work, concealed
            
            the maiden's body. This was starred with many colors, and massed
            
            into a thicker material approaching the appearance of the terrestrial
            
            element. In its principal part man laid aside the idleness of
            
            sensuality, and by the direct guidance of reason penetrated the
            
            secrets of the heavens. Here the tunic had undergone a rending
            
            of its parts, and showed abuses and injuries. But elsewhere its
            
            parts were united in unbroken elegance, and suffered no discord
            
            nor division. On these the magic of a picture gave life to the
            
            animals of the earth. There the elephant, of prodigious size,
            
            came forward in the field, and doubled the body given by nature
            
            by a manifold usury. The camel, misshapen in the ruggedness of
            
            its rough frame, ministered to the wants of men like a bought
            
            slave. There the forehead of the gazelle was seen to be armed
            
            with horns in place of a helmet. The bull, pawing the ground with
            
            its feet, and roaring with horrible bellowings, foretold the thunderbolts
            
            of its warfare. Oxen, which refused the martial exercise of the
            
            bulls, stood gaping like rustics, in servile employment. The horse
            
            was carried on by hot courage, and fought in aid of its rider,
            
            breaking spear with soldier. The ass offended the ears with horrid
            
            noises, like a singer of burlesque perpetrating barbarities on
            
            music. The unicorn, lulled to sleep in a virgin's bosom, met in
            
            sleep the dream of death by enemies [1]. The lion murmured songs
            
            of its roar-  
           1. Migne has ab hostibus somnum mortis incurrebat, " met
            
            through enemies the sleep of death." A. is to the same effect.  
          ing in the ears of its offspring, and by a wonderful natural magic
            
            aroused in them the spark of life. The she-bear gave birth through
            
            the openings of its nostrils to an ill-formed progeny; but by
            
            licking and shaping them again and again with its long, pointed
            
            tongue brought them to a better figure. The wolf lurked in hiding,
            
            assuming the employment of the thief, and deserving of eminence
            
            on the airy walk of the gallows. The panther roamed through the
            
            woods in more open robbery, and preyed on a flock of sheep, not
            
            only for their coats, but also for their very bodies. The tiger
            
            did violence to the republic of grazing citizens with frequent
            
            shedding of innocent blood. The wild ass threw aside the captivity
            
            of the domestic ass, and, emancipated by Nature's command, inhabited
            
            bold mountains. There the wild boar, by its murderous weapon of
            
            a tusk, sold its death to the dogs for many an injury. The dog
            
            rent the winds with unsubstantial wounds, and bit the air with
            
            impatient tooth. The stag and doe, light in fleetness of foot,
            
            gained life by their running, and cheated the wicked jaws of pursuing
            
            dogs. The he-goat, clothed in false wool, seemed to disgust the
            
            nostrils with a four days' stench. The ram, robed in a nobler
            
            tunic, rejoiced in a plurality of wives, and beguiled the honor
            
            of marriage. The little fox cast off the dulness of the brute
            
            creation, and strove for the finer sagacity of man. The hare,
            
            seized with melancholy dread, not in sleep, but in the stupor
            
            of fear, dreamed, terrified, of the approach of dogs. The rabbit,
            
            which tempers the wrath of our cold climate by its pelt, fought
            
            off the attacks of our hunger with its own flesh. The ermine,
            
            scorning to be wedded to a more humble garment, laughed or wept
            
            in a splendid marriage with lustrous color. The beaver, lest it
            
            should suffer division of its very body by an enemy, cut off its end parts. The
            
            lynx rejoiced in such clearness of eyesight 4-5 that, compared
            
            with it, the other animals seemed blear-eyed. The marten and the
            
            sable, by the elegance of their fur, brought the half-completed
            
            beauty of the coverings of the other animals, when it asked for
            
            supplements, to the full. This representation of acting form presented
            
            these animal figures, as feasts of pleasure, to the eyes of beholders.[1]  
           Now what imagination slumbered in the many pictures on the shoes
            
            and the undergarment, and in the lower, concealed clothing, I
            
            did not establish with any certainty. But yet, as the assistance
            
            of some frail probabilities suggested, I think that there laughed
            
            there the delight of a picture of the natures of herbs and trees.
            
            For there trees were now clothed with purple tunics, now fringed
            
            with verdant foliage; now they gave birth to the sweet-scented
            
            infancy of flowers, now matured into a goodlier fruit. But inasmuch
            
            as I knew of this series of pictures by hazardous thought and
            
            probability alone, and not by the faith of certainty, I pass it
            
            by, buried in the peace of silence. But the shoes, which had taken
            
            their material from soft leather, followed so closely the forms
            
            of her feet that they seemed to have been born on them, or, so
            
            to speak, marvelously inscribed on them. On these, which scarcely
            
            ever fell away from their true quality there flourished, in the
            
            imagination of a picture, delicate flowers.  
           1 Reading videntium, with B.  
            
          METRE II  
           Illic forma rosae.  
           There the form of the rose, faithfully painted, and erring very
            
            little from true appearance, matched the color of purple with
            
            its own blush, and had tinged the ground with its blood. There,
            
            playing with its companion blossoms, was the lovely, fragrant
            
            flower of Adonis. The tall lily's silver proclaimed the fields
            
            and the valley-depths. The thyme, contentious with unequal lip,
            
            and jealous of the other blooms, vied with its companion flower,
            
            narcissus, and the merry rivers --laughed with quiet murmurs.
            
            The light of all shone the columbine, of luxuriant aspect. The
            
            tiny bloom of the violet, speaking of the ease of the spring-tide,
            
            starred the arbute trees, its face full of the beauty of art.
            
            Here she had ordered a variety of flower to live, Which [1] was
            
            a writing-surface of royal name, though yet ignorant of the thumb
            
            of the writer. These are the riches of the spring and its mantles,
            
            the beauty of the earth and its stars, which the art of the pictures
            
            showed, representing the blossoms with deceiving skill. With these
            
            blooming garments of flowers does the graciousness of the spendthrift
            
            spring ennoble the meadows, some showing pure white, others purple,
            
            being woven by the skilful right hand of Favonius.  
           1. Reading quae with B. and Migne.  
            
           PROSE II.  
           Haec vestium ornamenta quamvis plenis suae splendidilatis flammarent
            
            ardoribus.  
           Although these decorations of the garments flamed with the glow
            
            of their own full splendor, yet their lustre suffered eclipse by the star of the virgin's beauty. The
            
            virgin, furthermore, on tiles, with the aid of a reed pen, called
            
            up and pictured various images of things. Still the pictures would
            
            not keep closely but quickly vanish d to the material beneath
            
            them, and died away, leaving no traces. Although she often quickened
            
            them and caused them to live, yet they could not endure in the
            
            plan of her composition. Now the virgin, as before said, came
            
            forth from the bounds of the celestial region, and was borne in
            
            her shining chariot toward the lowly dwelling of the suffering
            
            world. She was drawn by the birds of Juno herself, which were
            
            not disciplined in the service of the yoke, but were united by
            
            their own willingness. And a man who towered above the head of
            
            the virgin and the chariot, and whose countenance breathed not
            
            the commonness of earth, but rather the mystery of godship, aided
            
            the weakness of the womanly nature, and guided the approach of
            
            the chariot in a well-regulated course. While I was collecting
            
            my rays of sight-the maniples, as it were, of my eyes-to contemplate
            
            the height of this beauty, they, not daring to meet such grace
            
            and majesty, and weakened by the blows of splendor, fled, very
            
            fearful, to the tents of the eyelids. At the virgin's coming you
            
            would have thought that all the elements were keeping solemn festival,
            
            renewing, so to speak, their own natures. The firmament ordered
            
            its stars to shine more brightly than their wont, and lit the
            
            virgin's path, as it were, with its candles. And because of this
            
            the light of day itself was seen to wonder at their great boldness,
            
            since it saw them appear almost insolently in its presence. Phoebus,
            
            too, assuming a countenance gladder than usual, disclosed and
            
            poured out on the approach of the virgin all the riches of his
            
            light. To his sister, also, whom he had deprived of the ornaments of his
            
            splendor, he returned the garment of delight, and ordered her
            
            to meet the coming queen. The air put away the tearful visage
            
            of clouds, and with the favor of a clear face smiled upon the
            
            maiden's approach. Tossed at first in the madness of the north
            
            wind's anger, now it rested pleasantly in the lap of Favonius.
            
            Birds, through some natural inspiration, sported with delightful
            
            play of wings, and gave the virgin show of veneration. Juno, who
            
            but a little. while before had scorned the embraces of Jove, was
            
            so carried away with joy that, with many a laughingly so glance
            
            of her eyes, she allured her husband to the, delights of love.
            
            The sea, until then tom in tumultuous floods, now observed the
            
            coming of the virgin with solemn ceremony, and promised the perpetual
            
            peace of rest; for AEolus, that his winds and tempests in her
            
            presence should no longer [1] raise civil wars, bound them in
            
            his cells. Fish swam out into the upper waters, in so far as the
            
            inactivity of their sensual existence permitted, and with joy
            
            and delight knew in advance the coming of their mistress. Thetis,
            
            celebrating her marriage with Nereus, purposed to conceive another
            
            Achilles. And maidens, whose beauty not only stole away the reason
            
            of man, but also made the celestials forget their godship, came
            
            forth from the places of streams, and, like bearers of tribute,
            
            presented little gifts of aromatic nectar to the coming queen.
            
            When the virgin had graciously received these, she showed her
            
            love for the maidens by the encircling yoke of embraces, and by
            
            many a repeated kiss. The earth, lately stripped of its adornments
            
            by the thieving winter, through the generosity of spring donned
            
            a purple tunic of flowers, that it might  
           [1] Reading amplius, with Migne.  
           not, inglorious in ragged vestments, appear to the young virgin
            
            unbecomingly. And the spring, like an artisan skilled in weaving,
            
            in order the more happily to welcome her approach, wove garments
            
            for the trees. and with a sort of bowed These lowered their leaves,
            
            veneration as if they were bending their knees, offered her their
            
            prayers. Out of them came maidens who enriched the treasures of
            
            the actual day by the day of their beauty, and bore in cedar vessels
            
            spices prepared from the kinds of herbs that they represent; and,
            
            as if paying their tribute to the young virgin, bought her favor
            
            with their gifts. Nymphs of the dell filled their laps with flowers,
            
            and now reddened the royal chariot with blushing blossoms, now
            
            made it lily-like with white flower -leaves. Flora generously
            
            presented the virgin with an undergarment of fine linen, which
            
            she had worked for her husband, that she might merit his embraces.
            
            Proserpine, loathing the couch of her Tartarean spouse, and returning
            
            to her native upper world, was unwilling to be denied the presence
            
            of her mistress. And the animals of the earth, taught by some
            
            natural instinct, on learning of the virgin's approach sported
            
            with glad gaiety. So was the sum of all things eager in attention
            
            to her, and with wonderful rivalry strove to gain her favor.  
            
           METRE III.  
           Floriger horrentem Zephyrus laxaverat annum.  
           Flower-bearing Zephyrus had softened the rugged year, and quelled
            
            the wars of Boreas with its peace, and bathed in a hail of flowers,
            
            rained privet-bloom, and ordered the blossoming snows to be in
            
            the meadows. The spring, like a lively fuller, refreshed the garments of the fields , and with the fire of its purple kindled the dresses
            
            of the flowers. It gave back foliage to the trees which the winter
            
            had shorn, thus restoring that vesture which the other had formerly
            
            taken away. It was the season in which, to the applause of Dryads,
            
            the abundant favor of the spring spreads out its treasures in
            
            its fields; in which, while the hardier strength is present, the
            
            infancy of flowers rises higher, and draws away from its mother
            
            earth; in which the mirror of the violet [1] clings to its earthy
            
            cradle, and, with fresh countenance, asks for the breath of the
            
            air. It was the season in which the earth, her head starred with
            
            roses, with full constellation rivals the sky ; in which the almond-tree
            
            flies its banners and proclaims the beginning of summer, and with
            
            its bloom calls out the joys of spring; in which the budded vine
            
            embraces its elm's wedded bosom, and thinks on its giving birth.
            
            The candle of the sun banished [2] winter's shade, forcing all
            
            cold to suffer exile. Still there lurked withdrawn in many woods
            
            an illusory winter, which the newborn shadiness of the forest
            
            had made with leaves. Now to her flower-child Juno gave the breasts
            
            of dew with which this nourisher first suckles her offspring.
            
            It was the season in which the strength of Phoebus awakens the
            
            dead grasses, commanding all to rise from their burial-mounds;
            
            in which the joyful aspect of spring makes calm the world, and
            
            wipes away the tears of winter from its face, so that a flower
            
            may commit itself to the good faith of the air, and wintry cold
            
            blast not the first blossom ; in which Phoebus visits the earth,
            
            groaning with the sluggishness of winter, and greets it with joyful
            
            light; in which the latest period of time puts away age, and the
            
            old world begins to be a boy; in which Phoebus spoils night  
           1 Lat. violae speculuim.  
           2 Reading proscripsit, with B.  
          of its proper hours, and the pygmy day commences to become a giant;
            
            in which the Phrixean herd rejoices in its friend the sun, pays
            
            its tribute, and makes ready a welcome for Phoebus ; in which
            
            the nightingale, singing a song with a tongue of honeyed music,
            
            celebrates the festival of its own spring-time, in jubilee for
            
            which it so strikes the lyre of its throat that with its own mouth
            
            it proclaims a very god; in which the lark with sweet sound counterfeits
            
            the cithara flies to the gods above, and talks with Jove. A silver
            
            splendor clothed the wanton streams, and had ordered its daylight
            
            to be on the rivers. One could see the garrulous flow of a changing
            
            fountain, the murmur of the running of which was a prologue to
            
            sleep. By the glory of its appearance the fountain itself asked
            
            that tired man take draughts of it.  
            
           PROSE III  
           Hac igitur amoenantis temporis juventute.  
           But the virgin was not gladdened by the acclamations of any of
            
            these things in the freshness of this pleasant season, and could
            
            not moderate her former grief. Lowering the chariot to the ground,
            
            she came toward me with modest approach, beautifying the earth
            
            with her footsteps. After I had looked on her a time, not far
            
            distant from me, I fell on my face, prostrated by stupor of mind
            
            and all buried in the delirium of ecstasy, and the powers of my
            
            senses imprisoned; and, neither in life nor in death, I struggled
            
            between the two. She, kindly raising me, strengthened my dizzy
            
            steps with the comfort of her supporting hands, and, encircling
            
            me in her embrace and sweetening my lips with modest kisses, made
            
            me well, who was weak and sick with stupor, by the honey-flowing balm of her
            
            speech. When she saw that I had returned to myself, she depicted
            
            for my mental perception the image of a real voice, and by this
            
            brought into actual being words which had been, so-to speak, archetypes
            
            ideally preconceived.  
           'Alas!' said she, 'what blindness of ignorance, what delirium
            
            of mind, what failing of the senses, what infirmity of the reason
            
            has placed a cloud on thine understanding, has forced thy spirit
            
            into exile, has dulled the power of thy feeling, has made thy
            
            mind to sicken, so that not only thine intellect is cheated out
            
            of its quick recognition of thy Nourisher, but that also thy power
            
            of discerning as it were smitten by a strange and monstrous sight,
            
            suffers a collapse at my very appearance? Why has recognition
            
            of my face strayed from thy memory? Thou, in whom my gifts bespeak
            
            me, who have blessed thee with such abundant favor and kindness;
            
            who, from thine early age, as viceregent of God the Creator, have
            
            ordered by sure management thy life's proper course; who in time
            
            past brought the fluctuating material of thy body out from the
            
            impure essence of primordial matter into true being; who pitied
            
            thy misshapen countenance, which, so to speak, cried often to
            
            me, and marked it with the stamp of human appearance, and ennobled
            
            it, destitute before  of beauty and grace of lineament, with the
            
            more excellent vesture of features. And here, arranging the different
            
            offices of the members for the protection of the body, I ordered
            
            the senses, as guards of the corporeal realm, to keep watch, that
            
            like spies on foreign enemies they might defend the body from
            
            external assault. So would the material part of the whole body,
            
            being adorned with the higher glories of nature, be united the more agreeably when it came to marriage with its
            
            spouse the spirit; and so would not the spouse, in disgust at
            
            the baseness of its mate, oppose the marriage. Thy spirit, also,
            
            I have stamped with vital, powers, that it might not, poorer than
            
            the body, envy its successes. And in it I have established a power
            
            of native strength, which is a hunter of subtle matters in the
            
            pursuit of knowledge, and establishes them, rendered intelligible,
            
            in the understanding. On it, also, .1 have impressed the seal
            
            of reason, to set aside by the winnowing fan of its discrimination
            
            the emptiness of falsehood from the serious matters of truth.
            
            Through me, also, the power of memory serves thee, hoarding in
            
            the treasure-chest of its recollection the glorious wealth of
            
            knowledge. With these gifts, then, I have blessed both, that neither
            
            might groan over its own poverty, or complain at the other's affluence.  
           And just as this marriage is brought to pass by my consent, so
            
            is the same marital bon d dissolved according to my decision.
            
            Not in thee particularly, but also in all things universally,
            
            shines out the abundance of my power. I am she who have fashioned
            
            the form and eminence 'of man into the likeness of the original
            
            mundane mechanism, that in him, as in a mirror of the world itself,
            
            combined nature may  appear. For just as, of the four elements,
            
            the concordant discord, the single plurality, the dissonant consonance,
            
            the dissenting agreement, produce the structures of the palace
            
            of earth, so, of four ingredients, the similar unsimilarity, the
            
            unequal equality, the unformed conformity, the separate identity,
            
            firmly erect the building of the human body. And those qualities
            
            which come together as mediators among the elements -these establish
            
            a firm peace among the four humors.  
          And just as the army of the planets opposes with contrary motion
            
            the fixed rolling of the firmament, so in man is found a continual
            
            hostility between lust and reason. For the activity of reason,
            
            taking its rise from a celestial source, passes through the low
            
            levels of earth, and, watchful of heavenly things, turns again
            
            to heaven. The activities of lust, on the other band, wandering
            
            waywardly and contrary to the firmament of reason, turn and slip
            
            down into the decline of things of earth. Now the latter, lust,
            
            leads the human mind into the ruin of vices, so that it perishes
            
            ; the former, reason, bids it, as it rises, to ascend to the serenity
            
            of virtue. The one dishonors man, and changes him to a beast;
            
            the other mightily transfigures him into a god. Reason illuminates
            
            the darkness of the brain by the light of contemplation; lust
            
            extinguishes the radiance of the mind by the night of desire.
            
            Reason makes man to talk with angels; lust forces him to wanton
            
            with brutes. Reason teaches man to find in exile a home; lust
            
            forces him in his home to be an exile. And, in this, man's nature
            
            cannot reproach me for my ordering and management. For, out of
            
            the council of wisdom, I have set such a war of opposition between
            
            these-antagonists that if, in this strife, reason bend down lust
            
            to defeat, the victory will not be without its following reward.
            
            For prizes won by victories shine more fairly than other presents.
            
            Gifts acquired by labor are brighter and more delightful than
            
            all those that are free. And he deserves the commendation of greater
            
            praise who toils and receives little, than he who receives much
            
            at ease. The earlier labor, pouring a certain sweetness into the
            
            following recompense, rewards the worker with greater favor.  
           In these then, and in the greater gifts of nature, the universe finds its qualities in man. Hear how in this  universe,
            
            as in a great city, order is established by the control of a majestic
            
            government. In the heavens, as in the citadel of a human city,
            
            resides imperially the everlasting Ruler. From Him eternally has
            
            gone forth the command that every individual thing should be known
            
            and written in the book of His providence In the air, as in the
            
            middle of the city, the heavenly army of angels does service,
            
            and with delegated control diligently extends its guard over man.
            
            Man, like one foreign-born, dwelling in a suburb of the universe,
            
            does not refuse obedience to the angelic host. In this state,
            
            then, God is commanding, the angel administering, man serving.
            
            God by command creates man; the angel by work procreates him;
            
            man by obedience recreates himself. God by decree determines a
            
            thing; the angel by action fashions it; man submits himself to
            
            the will of the controlling spirit. God commands with the mastery
            
            of authority; the angel administers with the service of action;
            
            man obeys with the mystery of regeneration. But the present line
            
            of our thought has gone too far astray, which [1] would venture
            
            to raise the theme to the ineffable mystery of Godship, in the
            
            effort to grasp which the breath of our mind faints. Now a likeness
            
            to this most excellently ordered state arises in man.  In the
            
            citadel of the head rests wisdom, who commands; to whom, as to
            
            a goddess, the other powers, as demi-goddesses, do obeisance.
            
            For her, inborn understanding and ability in logic, as well I
            
            as the faculty to recall the past, which dwell in different -rooms
            
            of the head, are eager to do service. In the heart, as in the
            
            midst of the human city, magnanimity has established her dwelling-place,
            
            and, acknowledging  
           1. Reading quae with Migne.  
          her service under the dominion of wisdom, works  as that authority
            
            determines. The loins, like outlying districts, give over the
            
            extreme parts of the body to passionate pleasures. These, not
            
            daring to oppose the direction of magnanimity, serve her will.
            
            In this realm. then, wisdom assumes the place of commander,  magnanimity
            
            the likeness of the administrator, passion acquires the appearance
            
            of the servant. In other parts, also, of the human body is shown
            
            the likeness of the universe. For just as in the universe the
            
            boon of the sun's heat heals things which are sick, so in man
            
            a heat which proceeds from the depths of the heart enlivens and
            
            freshens the members of the human body. And just as the moon in
            
            the workings of the universe is the mother of many humors, so
            
            in man the liver imparts a humor to his members. And just as the
            
            moon, when deprived of the light of the sun, pales, so the strength
            
            of the liver becomes inactive when widowed from the enlivening
            
            comfort of the heart. And just as in the absence of the sun the
            
            air is clothed in darkness, so without the aid of the heart the
            
            vital  power pants in vain. In addition to these, see how the
            
            universe changes its appearance with the various successions of
            
            seasons-how now it rejoices in the boyhood of spring, now advances
            
            in the youth of summer, now matures in the manhood of autumn,
            
            now whitens in the old age of winter. Like change of season, and
            
            the same variety, alter the age of man. For when the dawn of age
            
            arises in human nature, there begins man's early spring. When
            
            the chariot of life has gained the farther turning-posts, man
            
            basks in the summer of youth. But when longer existence shall
            
            have completed the ninth hour of age, so to speak, he passes beyond
            
            into the autumn of manhood. And when the day of his age sinks
            
            towards the west, as decay now announces the evening of life, the wintry frost of old
            
            age makes him grow white with its rime. In all these things resounds
            
            unspeakably the working of my power. Yet I have determined to
            
            cover the face of my might in very many ways, preserving
            
            its mystery from commonness, for fear lest, if I should impart
            
            to man a close knowledge of myself, those matters, which at first
            
            are prized among men because unknown, would afterward, when known
            
            [1], be held of little worth. For, as the common proverb witnesses,
            
            communication of a thing is the mother of contempt. The trump
            
            of Aristotelian authority declares that he lessens the majesty
            
            of mysteries who divulges secrets to the unworthy. But lest I
            
            should seem, in this my prerogative and power, to be detracting
            
            arrogantly from God, I profess most emphatically that I am the
            
            lowly disciple, of the Supreme Ruler. For I, as I work, am not
            
            able to press my step in the footprints of God as He works, but
            
            I contemplate Him in His activity from a long way off, as it were
            
            with longing. His operation is simple, mine is multiform; His
            
            work is faultless, mine is defective; His is marvelous, mine is
            
            transient; He is incapable of being born, I was born; He is the
            
            maker, I am the made; He is the Creator of my work, I am the work
            
            of the Creator; He works from nothing, I beg work from another;
            
            He works by His own divine will, I work under His name. By His
            
            nod alone He orders a thing to exist; but my activity is the mark
            
            of the divine activity, and, compared with the divine power, thou
            
            canst see that my power is impotent. So mayest thou perceive that
            
            my achievement is defective, and consider that my strength is
            
            of trifling degree. Take counsel from the author of theological  
           1. Reading nota, with B. and Migne.  
          riches, to whose trustworthiness, rather than to my strong opinion,
            
            thou oughtest to give assent. For, according to his sure testimony,
            
            man by my working is born,  by the might of God is born again.
            
            Through me he is called from not being into being; through Him
            
            he is led from being on into a better being. For through me man
            
            is begotten unto death,  through Him he is created unto life again.
            
            But the mystery of my profession is disregarded by the mystery
            
            of this second birth, for such a birth does not need such a midwife;
            
            but rather am I, Nature, ignorant of the nature of this birth.
            
            and in the effort to comprehend these matters the keenness of
            
            my intellect grows dull, the light of my reason is blurred. For
            
            the understanding is amazed at the things not understood, the
            
            perception is confused by the things to be perceived; and since
            
            here all theory of natural objects fails, let us revere the mystery
            
            of so great a thing by the strength of faith alone. And it is
            
            not strange if here theology does not extend me her friendship,
            
            since in many matters we are conscious, not of enmities, but of
            
            diversities. I attain faith by  reason, she attains reason by
            
            faith. I know in order that I may believe, she believes in order
            
            at she may know. I assent by perceiving and knowing, she perceives
            
            by assenting. I barely see the things that are visible, she comprehends
            
            in their reflection things incomprehensible. I by my intellect
            
            hardly compass trifles, she in her comprehension compasses immensities.
            
            I, almost like a beast, walk the earth, she serves in secret heaven.
            
            Now, although it is not part of my office to treat of what has
            
            been said, yet I have allowed my discourse to stray thither, that
            
            thou mightest not doubt that, compared with the superlative might
            
            of God, my power is exceedingly small.  
          But although my activity is deficient when compared with the divine
            
            power, nevertheless it exceeds human power, when balanced with
            
            it, greatly. And therefore in a comparison of three steps, we
            
            can find three grades of power; so that the power of God may be
            
            called the superlative, that of Nature the comparative, that of
            
            man the positive. All this discourse gives thee, and without any
            
            questioning doubt, a close knowledge of me. And-to speak more
            
            intimately-I am Nature, who have sought after thee for my presence
            
            with the gift of my esteem, and thought thee worthy to bless with
            
            my conversation.  
           When Nature unveiled to me through these words the face of her
            
            being, and by her reminder, as by a key, unlocked ahead for me
            
            the door to her acquaintance, the little cloud of stupor, which
            
            had lain close on my mind, lifted [1].  And by this reminder,
            
            as by some medicinal potion, the sick stomach, so to speak,  of
            
            my mind cast out all the remnants of its illusion. Then, restored
            
            anew to myself from my mind's wandering, I fell headlong at the
            
            feet of Nature, and, in the place of a salutation, marked them
            
            with pressure of many a kiss. Then, rising and composing myself,
            
            presented her in speech, with a reverent bowing of the head as
            
            to divine majesty. the offering of a salutation. Fittingly I fled
            
            to the retreat of excuse, and with prayers made from the honey
            
            of humility I entreated her kindness not to assign the fact that
            
            I had paid her coming no joyous greeting to the fault of heedlessness,
            
            nor to impute it to arrogant displeasure, nor to ascribe it to
            
            the venoms of ingratitude. But rather at her appearance I had
            
            been stupefied in the false death of ecstasy, as it were struck
            
            dumb at the strange presence of a marvelous apparition; and I  
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          said that it was not to be wondered at if before such divinity
            
            the countenance of mortality in me paled, if in the noon of such
            
            majesty the small beam of my  perception went out into the twilight
            
            of error, if at the appearing of such bliss my poor wretchedness
            
            was ashamed. For the dark obscurity of the ignorance of weak humanity,
            
            and its impotent dumbness of amazement, and its frequent fits
            
            of stupor, are allied by a certain bond of brotherhood, inasmuch
            
            as, from the close association, frail human nature is always wont,
            
            like a pupil disciplined by a teacher instructing him and informing
            
            him of the laws of his race, both to be darkened by ignorance
            
            at the first sight of new subjects and in the attention to great
            
            principles, and to be smitten with stupor and to be overcome with
            
            amazement. While this manner of excuse was gaining for me the
            
            kindly hearing of the queen, and was earning her favor the more
            
            agreeably, and besides was giving me the confidence that I should
            
            hear greater things, I laid before her consideration a certain
            
            unsettled doubt of mine, which was disturbing the welcome in my
            
            mind with extreme and pressing restlessness, and I' proceeded
            
            in these words of inquiry:  
            
           METRE IV  
           O Dei proles, genetrixque rerum.  
           `O offspring of God, mother of all things, bond and firm chain
            
            of the universe, jewel of earth, mirror to mortality, light-bringer
            
            of the world! Peace, love, virtue, government, power, order, law,
            
            end, way, light,  source, life, glory, splendor, beauty, form,
            
            pattern of the world! Thou who, guiding the universe with thy
            
            reins, dost join all things in firmness with the knot of concord, and dost with the bond of peace marry heaven
            
            to earth; who, reflecting upon the simple ideas of mind, dost
            
            fashion every species of thing, and, cloaking matter with form,
            
            dost shape the cloak of form with thy finger; whom the heavens
            
            befriend, whom the air serves, whom the earth cherishes, whom
            
            the wave worships, to whom, as to the mistress of the universe,
            
            each thing pays its tribute; who, linking day to night by interchange,
            
            dost grant the candle of the sun to day, and puttest to sleep
            
            the clouds of night with the shining mirror of the moon; who inlayest
            
            the heavens with the gold of manifold stars, making bright the
            
            seat of our upper-air, and filling the sky with the gems of the
            
            constellations and with divers soldiery; who changest the face
            
            of the heavens, and variest its appearance, and grantest life
            
            and population to our airy region, binding it together with law;
            
            at whose nod the world grows young, the forest is curled with
            
            leafy locks, and clothed in its tunic of blossoms the earth exults;
            
            who dost repress and increase the threatening sea, cutting short
            
            the course of the fury of the deep, lest the seething of the flood
            
            should prevail to bury the region of earth! Disclose the reason
            
            to me, who desire it, why thou, a stranger from the skies, seekest
            
            the earth, why thou offerest to our world the gifts of thv deity,
            
            why thy features are bedewed with a shower of weeping, what the
            
            tears on thy countenance  foretell ? Weeping is a sufficient and
            
            faithful tongue of inner grief.'  
            
           PROSE IV.  
           Praefala igitur virgo hujus quaestionis solutionem in vestibulo
            
            excubare demonstrans.  
           Then the virgin, showing that the answer to this question lay
            
            watchful on its threshold, said:  
           'Can it be that thou dost not know that the transgression of the
            
            earthly sphere, that the disorder in s the ordering of the world,
            
            that the carelessness of government, that the unjustness of law,
            
            have forced me to descend from the innermost sanctuaries of heavenly
            
            mystery to the common brothels of earth? If thou wert willing
            
            to gather up in the loving sympathy of thy mind and to treasure
            
            in the closet of thy heart that which I would say, I would unfold
            
            the labyrinth of thy perplexity.'  
           To these words I returned, with strict restraint of my voice,
            
            a fitting reply.  
           For nothing,' said I, 'O heavenly queen, do I hunger with a more
            
            eager desire than the explanation of this question.'  
           Then said she:  
           'Since all things are by the law of their being held subject to
            
            my laws, and ought to pay to me a rightful and established tribute,
            
            almost all, with just dues and with seemly presentation, regularly
            
            obey my commands; but from this general rule man alone is excluded
            
            by an abnormal exception. He, stripped of the cloak of decency,
            
            and prostituted in the shameless brothel of unchastity, dares
            
            to stir tumult and strife not only against the majesty of his
            
            queen, but also to inflame the madness of intestine war against
            
            his mother. Other creations, on which l have bestowed the lesser
            
            gifts of my favor, throughout the rank of their activities are bound in willing subjection to the inviolability
            
            of my commands. But man, who exhausted the treasury of almost
            
            all my riches, tries to overthrow the natural impulses of nature,
            
            and arms against me the violence of wicked lust. Consider how
            
            almost all things, according to the proclamation of my command,
            
            perform. reasonably as their native character demands, the fixed
            
            duties of my law. The firmament, according to my principle and
            
            teaching, leads all things not in vain in daily circuit, and with
            
            identity of turning advances its course, and retreats from whither
            
            it has advanced. The stars, as they shine for the glory of the
            
            firmament itself, and clothe it with their splendors, and complete
            
            the short day of their journey, and compass the celestial space
            
            with  their various orbits, serve my majesty. The planets, according
            
            to the going forth of my command and order, restrain the rapid
            
            motion of the firmament, going to their rising with contrary steps,
            
            and afterward repairing to the place of their setting. Thus, too,
            
            the air, disciplined under my instruction, now rejoices with a
            
            kindly breeze, now weeps in the tears of the clouds as if in sympathy,
            
            now is angered by the raging of the winds, [1] now is shaken by
            
            the threatening rumble of thunder, now is parched in the furnace
            
            of heat, now is sharpened with the severity of cold. The birds,
            
            which have been fashioned in various forms under my supervision
            
            and ordering, marvel greatly at my teachings, as they cross the
            
            floods of air on the oarage of their wings. Because of my intervening
            
            mediation, the sea is joined closely to the earth by the firm
            
            bonds of friendship, and does not dare to violate its solemn obligations
            
            of  
           1. Migne has also nunc coruscationibus illuminator, 'now
            
            flashes with lightning.'faith sworn with its sister. and fears to stray further into the
            
            habitations of earth than the limit established for its wandering.
            
            At my mere [1] I will and wish it is now vexed into the wrath
            
            of the storm, now returns to the peace of tranquillity, now, borne
            
            aloft by its swelling pride, rises to the likeness of a mountain,
            
            now is leveled out into a smooth plain. The fish, bound to their
            
            vow of my acknowledgment, fear greatly to detract from my rules
            
            and canons. By my order and edict, the rains are married to the
            
            earth in a kind of imperial embrace. They, laboring with untiring
            
            production at the creation of progeny, cease not to be parents
            
            of the various species of things. The terrestrial animals beneath
            
            my examination and management do not profess activities at variance
            
            with the sovereignty which is over their obedience. The earth
            
            now whitens with the hoariness of frosts, now is fringed with
            
            flowery vegetation. The forest now has grown its leafy hair, now
            
            is shorn by the sharp razor of winter. Winter holds the buried
            
            seeds deep in the lap of mother earth, spring sets the captives
            
            free, summer ripens the harvests, autumn displays her riches.
            
            But why should I permit the course of my narration to stray to
            
            instances? Man alone rejects the music of my harp, and raves under
            
            the lyre of frenzied Orpheus. For the human race, derogate from
            
            its high birth, commits monstrous acts in its union of genders,
            
            and perverts the rules of love by a practice of extreme and abnormal
            
            irregularity. Thus, too, man, become the tyro of a distorted passion,
            
            turns the predicate into direct contraposition, against all rules.
            
            Drawing away from power to spell of love aright, he is proved
            
            an unlettered sophist. He avoids the fitting relation of the Dionean
            
            art and falls to  
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          vicious perversion. And while he subverts me with such pursuit,
            
            he also in his frenzy plots execution against me. I grieve that
            
            I have widely adorned men's natures with so many privileges and
            
            beauties, for they abuse and bring the honor of honor to disgrace,
            
            deform the fairness of the body with the ugliness of lust, mar
            
            the color of beauty with lurid paint - the hue of adulterous desire-and
            
            even, as they blossom into vices, deflower the bloom of Flora.
            
            Why did I deify the countenance of Helen with divine grace, who
            
            forced the use of her beauty awry into the abuse of harlotry,
            
            breaking her faith with her royal couch, and binding herself in
            
            marriage with Paris? Pasiphae, also, driven by the madness of
            
            inordinate lust, in the form of a cow corruptly celebrated her
            
            bestial nuptials with a brute animal, and, concluding with a viler
            
            error, ended by the miscreated enormity of the bullock. Myrrha,
            
            roused by the stings of myrrh-breathing Venus, and fallen from
            
            the affection of a daughter to a lust for her father, filled and
            
            renewed with her father the office of her mother. Medea, cruelly
            
            treating her own son in order that she might erect the inglorious
            
            work of love, destroyed love's small and glorious work. Narcissus,
            
            when his shadow falsely told of another Narcissus, was filled
            
            with dreamy thoughts, and, believing his very self to be another,
            
            ran to the danger of passion for himself. And many other youths,
            
            clothed by my favor with noble beauty, who have been crazed with
            
            love of coin, have turned their hammers of love to the office
            
            of anvils. Such a great body of foul men roam and riot along the
            
            breadth of the whole earth  by whose seducing contact chastity
            
            herself is poisoned. Of such of these men as profess the grammar
            
            of love, some embrace only the masculine gender, some the feminine,
            
            others the common or indiscriminate. Some, as of heteroclite gender,
            
            are declined irregularly, through the winter in the feminine,
            
            through the summer in the masculine. Some, in the pursuit of the
            
            logic of love, establish in their conclusions the law of subject
            
            and the law of predicate in proper relation. Some, who have the
            
            place of the subject, have not learned how to form a predicate.
            
            Some only predicate, and will not await the proper addition of
            
            the subject's end. Others scorning to enter into the court of
            
            Dione devise a miserable sport below its vestibule. Against all
            
            these justice makes her complaint, the law is armed and together
            
            they strive to avenge their wrongs with the sword of retribution.
            
            Thou wilt not marvel, then, if I depart into these strange, unholy
            
            words, since unholy men dare to practice licentiousness. For I
            
            throw them forth indignantly, to the end that virtuous men so
            
            may respect the character of chastity, and that the shameless
            
            may be restrained from the lewd practices of lust. Indeed, a knowledge
            
            of evil is expedient for security, for it punishes the guilty,
            
            branding them with the mark of shamelessness, and fortifies those
            
            who are without the armor of caution. Now my explanation has filed
            
            away and erased the worry of thy doubt. For these reasons, then,
            
            did I pass from the secret places of the heaven's court above,
            
            and descend to the lowlands of this mortal earth, that I might,
            
            With thee as with my friend and confidant, lay down my sad burden
            
            of the accursed vices of men, and with thee determine what answering
            
            punishment should be given to such rebellion in crime, in order
            
            that the sting of the punishment might be made as great as the
            
            scourge of those crimes, and might equal them in retribution.'  
           Then said 1:  
          `O thou who directest all things, did I not fear to provoke loathing
            
            in thy kindness by the number of my questions, I would expose
            
            to the light of thine understanding the shadows of another doubt
            
            of mine.'  
           'Nay, rather,' she answered, 'do thou impart to our hearing all
            
            thy questions, not only those of recent birth but also those aged
            
            in the rust of years, that the agitatiton of thy doubts may be
            
            quieted by the sure strength of our explanations.'  
           Then said I:  
           `I marvel as I think of the compositions of the poets, why thou
            
            armest the points of these invectives solely against the faults
            
            of human kind, while we also read that the Gods limped with the
            
            same steps of transgression. For Jupiter, who carried away the
            
            Phrygian boy to the upper world, bore for him there a proportionate
            
            desire; and while he appointed him -as the charge of bearing him
            
            the cup at his table during the day, he made him his bedfellow
            
            on the couch at night. And Bacchus and Apollo, co-heirs of the
            
            paternal lewdness, turned to women, not in the power of godlike
            
            strength, but by the trick of superstitious glove, feigning to
            
            be boys.'  
           Then she, her first calm look much disquieted, said:  
           What! in thine asking dost thou clothe in the likeness of a doubt
            
            a question which is not worthy to  take the form of a doubt? Dost
            
            thou attempt to give faith to the dreamy fancies of the poets,
            
            which the activity of poetical art has portrayed? Does not philosophy's
            
            saner treatment file away and erase with higher understanding
            
            that which is learned in the child's cradle of poetic teaching?
            
            Can it be that thou dost not know how poets expose naked falsehood
            
            to their hearers with no protecting cloak, that they may intoxicate
            
            their ears, and, so to speak, bewitch them with a melody of honeyed
            
            delight; or how they cloak that same falsehood with a pretense
            
            of credibility, that, by means of images of objective things,
            
            they may mold the souls of men on the anvil of dishonorable assent
            
            ; or that in the shallow exterior of literature the poetic lyre
            
            sounds a false note, but within speaks to its hearers of the mystery
            
            of loftier understanding, so that, the waste of outer falsity
            
            cast aside, the reader finds, in secret within, the sweeter kernel
            
            of truth? Sometimes poets combine historical events and imaginative
            
            fancies, as it were in a splendid structure, to the end that from
            
            the harmonious joining of diversities a finer picture of the story
            
            may result. But yet, when the great body of the gods is spoken
            
            of by the poets idly and vainly, or the very deities are said
            
            to have stealthily withdrawn their hands from the chastening rods
            
            of Venus, there dawns the shadow of untruth, nor in such matter
            
            is the poet found varying from his peculiar quality. For surely,
            
            when the dreams of Epicurus are put to sleep, the madness of Manichaeus
            
            cured, the intricacies of Aristotle argued out, the fallacies
            
            of Arius refuted. reason then proves the sole unity of God, the
            
            universe declares it, faith believes it, Scripture attests it.
            
            In Him is no spot found, Him no evil fault attacks, with Him no
            
            tempting passion abides. Here is splendor never failing, life
            
            untiring and immortal, a fountain always springing, a fruitful
            
            conservatory of being, the great source of wisdom, the primal
            
            origin of goodness Then what of it if many, as in the case of
            
            the poets, have distorted the ultimate categories of love for
            
            purposes of literature ? The view either that there are gods,
            
            or that they wanton at the sports of love is false [1] reme and darkens to depths of extreme falsehood.'
            
            Over that I have drawn the cloud of silence, but the other I have
            
            unfolded in the light of a true explanation.'  
           At this I said:  
           I Now I see, mother, that my question savors of a most childlike
            
            ignorance. Still, if another very small inquiry, which promises
            
            at least a certain worth, may  dare to appear in thy hearing for
            
            consideration, my wish would be to question thee of a certain
            
            matter, not merely in query but in lament.'  
           To these words she replied:  
           Have I not before this extended to thee free reins to ask without
            
            any hindrance or restraint by me?' I marvel " then I said,
            
            wherefore certain parts of thy tunic, which should be like the
            
            connection of marriage, suffer division in that part of their
            
            texture where the fancies of art give the image of man.'  
           'Now from what we have touched on previously,' she answered, I
            
            thou canst deduce what the figured gap and rent mystically show.
            
            For since, as we have said before, many men have taken arms against
            
            their mother in evil and violence, they thereupon, in fixing between
            
            them and her a vast gulf of dissension, Lay me the hands of outrage,
            
            and themselves tear apart my garments piece by piece, and, as
            
            in them, force me, stripped of dress, whom they ought to clothe
            
            with reverential honor, to come to shame .like a harlot. This
            
            tunic, then, is made with this rent, since by the unlawful assaults
            
            of man alone the garments of my modesty suffer disgrace and division.'  
           Then said I:  
           Now the stream of my doubts is calmed by the  
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          light of thine explanations, and grants my mind a rest from disquiet.
            
            But should it commend itself to thy favor, I would eagerly strive
            
            to learn what irrational  reason, what indiscreet discretion,
            
            what- misguided affection, has so forced man's little spark of
            
            reason to slumber, that, he, drunk, with the Lethean cup, of sensuality,
            
            not only has become an apostate from thy laws, but also unrighteously
            
            rebels against them.'  
           Then she answered:  
           'If thy wish is to learn the seeding and origin of this evil,
            
            thou shouldst rouse the flame of higher thought, and creep on
            
            to seek with a more eager desire for understanding. Let keenness
            
            expel the intellect's stupidity, let constancy of attention check
            
            flooding thoughts. For as I make my beginning in a loftier and
            
            nobler style, and desire to weave the line of my story, I do not
            
            wish as before to explain my principles on a dead level of words,
            
            nor yet to pollute unholy  subjects with new profanities of speech,
            
            but rather to gild with the olden ornaments of chaste words matters
            
            of shame, and to deck them in the various colors of beautiful
            
            expression. For it is fitting to purple the dross of the aforesaid
            
            vices with glowing phrase, to perfume the foulness of evil with
            
            the odor of sweet words, in order that the stench of such great
            
            filth may not go abroad far upon the winds, and bring many to
            
            indignation and loathing disgust. Sometimes, no doubt, as we have
            
            touched on hitherto, since speech should be related to the matters
            
            of which we speak, deformity of expression ought to be molded
            
            I to ugliness of subject. But in the coming theme, in order that
            
            evil words may not offend the readers' hearing, nor establish
            
            an abode in the mouth of a virgin, wish to give to these monstrous
            
            vices a cloak of well-sounding phrases.'  
          'Now the hunger of my intellect,' I said, 'the sharpness of my
            
            burning desire, the ardor of my fervent spirit, the constancy
            
            of my heightened and firm attention, request the things which
            
            thou promisest.'  
           Then said she:  
           'When God wished to bring the creation of His worldly palace out
            
            from the spiritual abode of His inner preconception into external
            
            mold, and to express, as in a material word and by its real existence,
            
            the mental word which He had conceived from the everlasting foundation
            
            of the universe, like a splendid world's architect, like a goldsmith
            
            working in gold, like the skilful artisan of a stupendous production,
            
            like the industrious workman of a wonderful work, He fashioned
            
            the marvelous form of His earthly palace, not with the laborious
            
            assistance of an exterior agency, nor by the help of material
            
            lying there at hand, nor because of any base need, but by the
            
            power of His  sole independent will. Then God added to this worldly
            
            palace various kinds of things, and these, though separated by
            
            the strife of different natures, He governed with harmony of proper
            
            order, furnished with laws and bound with ordinances. And thus
            
            He united with mutual and fraternal kisses things antagonistic
            
            from the opposition of their properties, between which the space
            
            had made its room from contraries, and He changed the strife of
            
            hatred into the peace of friendship. All things, then, agreeing
            
            through invisible bonds of union, plurality returned to unity,
            
            diversity to identity, dissonance to harmony, discord to concord
            
            in peaceful agreement. But after the universal Maker had clothed
            
            all things with the forms for their natures, and had wedded them
            
            in marriage with portions suitable to them individually, then,
            
            wishing that by the round of mutual relation of birth and death there
            
            should to perishable things be given stability through instability,
            
            infinity through impermanence, eternity through transientness,
            
            and that a series of things should be continually woven together
            
            in unbroken reciprocation of birth, He decreed that similar things,
            
            stamped with the seal of clear confirmity, be brought from their
            
            like along the lawful path of sure descent. Me, then, He appointed
            
            a sort of deputy, a coiner for stamping the orders of things,
            
            for the purpose that I should form their figures on the proper
            
            anvils, and should not let the shape vary from the shape of the
            
            anvil, and that through my activity and skill the face of the
            
            copy should not be changed by additions of any other elements
            
            from the face of the original. Accordingly, obeying the command
            
            of the Ruler, in my work I stamp, so to speak, the various coins
            
            [1] of things in the image of the original, exemplifying the figure
            
            of the example, harmoniously forming like from like, and have
            
            produced the distinctive appearances of individual things. Yet
            
            beneath the mysterious, divine majesty, I have so performed this
            
            work and service that the right hand of spiritual power should
            
            direct my hand in its application, since the pen of my composition
            
            would stray in sudden error, should it not be guided by the supreme
            
            Supporter. Without the help, however, of an assisting worker,
            
            I could not perfect so many classes of things. Therefore, since
            
            it pleased me to sojourn in the grateful palace of the eternal
            
            region, where no blast of wind destroys the peace of pure serenity,
            
            where no dropping night of clouds buries the untired day of open
            
            heaven, where no violence of tempest rages, where no rioter's
            
            madness impends in thunder, in the  
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          outskirt world I stationed Venus who is skilled in the knowledge
            
            of making, as under-deputy of my work, in order that she, under
            
            my judgment and guidance, and with the assisting activity of her
            
            husband Hymen and her son Cupid, by laboring at the various formation
            
            of the living things of earth, and regularly applying their productive
            
            hammers to their anvils, might weave together the line of the
            
            human race in unwearied continuation, to the end that it should
            
            not suffer violent sundering at the hands of the Fates.'  
           While, in the progress of this narrative, mention was being made
            
            of Cupid, I slipped a question of the following tenor into an
            
            interruption, with which I had broken in, saying:  
           `Stay! stay! Did I not fear to incur disfavor from thy kindness
            
            by rude division of thy speech, and by the burden of my questions,
            
            I would desire to know, from thy discernment and by thy delineation,
            
            the' nature of Cupid, on whom thy speech has touched  before with
            
            some slight mention. For though various authors have pictured
            
            his nature under the covering wrap of allegory, they have yet
            
            left us no marks of certainty. And his authority over the human
            
            race is seen from experience to be so powerful that no one, whether
            
            marked with the seal of nobility, or clothed in the beauty of
            
            exceptional wisdom, or  fortified with the armor of courage, or
            
            robed in the garment of loveliness, or honored with distinctions
            
            of other graces, can except himself from the comprehensiveness
            
            of the power of love.'  
           Then she, slowly shaking her head, said in words foretelling rebuke:  
           'I believe that thou art serving as a paid soldier in the camp
            
            of Cupid, and art connected with him by some relationship and
            
            close intimacy. For thou dost eagerly try to explore his tangled maze, though thou oughtest
            
            rather to be applying thy mind's attention the more closely to
            
            my discourser rich in treasures of thought. But nevertheless,
            
            before it advances into the course of my further speech, since
            
            I sympathize with the weakness of thy humanity, I am obliged to
            
            dispel, as far as in my small ability lies, the shadows of thine
            
            ignorance. Besides I am bound to the solving of thy problems by
            
            solemn obligation and promise. So, either through describing with
            
            faithful description, or defining with correct definition, a matter
            
            that is non-demonstrable I shall demonstrate, one that is inextricable
            
            I shall untangle, albeit this, which is not bound in obedience
            
            by connections with any substance, and does not desire the scrutiny
            
            of the intellect, cannot be stamped with mark or any description.
            
            Then let there be given this representation of the subject, as
            
            I have determined it, let this issue as the explanation of a nature
            
            inexplicable, let this be the conception of a subject unknown
            
            this theory be given of a matter not ascertainable and yet, withal,
            
            in chastened and lofty style:  
            
           METRE V.  
           Pax odio, fraudique fides, spes juncla timori.  
           Love is peace joined with hatred, faith with fraud, hope with
            
            fear, and fury mixed with reason, pleasant shipwreck, light heaviness,,
            
            welcome Charybdis, healthy sickness, satisfied [1] hunger, famished
            
            satiety, s drunken thirst, deceptive delight, glad sorrow, joy
            
            full of pains, sweet evil, evil sweetness, pleasure bitter to
            
            itself, whose scent is savory, whose savor is taste  
           1. Reading et satiata, with Migne.  
          less, grateful tempest, clear night, shadowy day, living death,
            
            dying life, agreeable misfortune, sinful forgiveness, pardonable
            
            sin, laughable punishment, holy iniquity, nay, even delightful
            
            crime, unstable play, fixed delusion, [1] weak vigor, changeable
            
            firmness, mover of things established, undiscerning reason, mad
            
            prudence, sad prosperity, tearful laughter, sick repose, soothing
            
            hell, sorrowful paradise, pleasant prison, vernal winter, wintry
            
            spring, calamity, bold moth of the mind, which the purple of the
            
            king feels, and which does not pass by the toga of a beggar. Does
            
            not Cupid, working many miracles by changing things into their
            
            opposites, transform the whole race of men? When the monk and
            
            the adulterer have both been foreign to a man, he yet compels
            
            these [2]' two to possess and dwell in him at the same time. While
            
            his madness rages, Scylla lays aside her fur , the good Eneas
            
            begins to be a Nero, Paris lightens with his sword, Tydeus -s
            
            is gentle in love, Nestor becomes young and Melicerta old, Thersites
            
            begs Paris for his beauty, Davus begs Adonis and into Davus goes
            
            all of Adonis, rich Crassus is in want and Codrus has abundance
            
            in poverty, Bavius produces poetry, the muse of Maro is dull,
            
            Ennius is eloquent, Marcus is silent, Ulysses becomes foolish,
            
            Ajax in his folly is wise. He who in time past saw through the
            
            stratagem of Antaeus and vanquished him, is vanquished by this
            
            prodigy, which subdues all others. If this madness infect a woman's
            
            mind, she runs into any conceivable crime, and beyond; the daughter
            
            treacherously kills her father, the sister her brother, the wife
            
            her husband, anticipating the hand of fate. And thus in the evil
            
            progression she hews her husband's body, and with stealthy sword  
           1 Alain plays on the words - instabilis ludus, stabilis delusio.  
           2.Reading haec, with B.  
          severs his head. Even the mother is forced not to know the name
            
            of parent, and, while she is giving birth, gives birth also to
            
            lies. The son is horrorstricken to find in his mother a stepmother,
            
            in faith  deceit, in piety guile. Thus in Medea two names fight
            
            equally, for at one time she desires to be both mother and stepmother.
            
            The sister knows not her station or how to keep herself a sister,
            
            when Byblis has become too far a friend of Caunus. So also Myrrha,
            
            too subject to her sire, was a parent with her progenitor, and
            
            a mother with her father. But why should I tell more ? Under the
            
            spear of Cupid must each lover go, and pay him his dues. He wages
            
            war against all; his rule excepts hardly a one; he smites all
            
            things with the anger of his lightning, and against him neither
            
            probity nor prudence will be of effect, nor beauty of form, nor
            
            abundance of riches, nor the height of nobility. Thefts, lies,
            
            fear,[1] anger, fury, deceit, violence, error, sadness poetry
            
            is strange dominions. Here a on, moderation to be unrestrained,
            
            faith to have no faith. Displaying the sweet, he adds the bitter,
            
            instils poison, and finishes best things with an evil end. Attracting
            
            he seduces, laughing he jeers, with smarting ointment he anoints,
            
            laying hold he corrupts, loving he hates. Yet thou canst thyself
            
            bridle that madness, if thou fleest-no stronger medicine is given.
            
            If thou wouldst escape Love, shun his places, his times; both
            
            place and time give him nourishment. If thou followest him, he
            
            attends ; by fleeing, he is put to flight; if thou retreatest,
            
            he retires; if thou fleest, he flies.  
           1. Reading metus, with B.  
            
          PROSE V.  
           Jam ex hoc mea doctrine artificio.  
           Now the theory of the art of love has appeared clearly to thee
            
            from my skillful presentation, and through the book of experience
            
            thou wilt be able to acquire for thyself its practice. And it
            
            is not strange if in this portrayal of Cupid I intersperse slight
            
            signs of blame, although he is allied to me by the connection
            
            of own blood-relationship. Disparaging malice, 'with its deep
            
            rust, did not drive me to these upbraiding and reproving censures,
            
            nor the intensity of burning hate breaking forth from within,
            
            nor the tyrant of jealousy raging furiously without, but the fear
            
            lest I should seem to strangle, clear and eloquent truth by silence.
            
            I do not deny honorableness to the essential nature of love if
            
            it is checked by the bridle of moderation if it is restrained
            
            by the reins of sobriety, if it does not transgress the determined
            
            boundaries of the dual activity, or its heat boil to too great
            
            a degree. But if its spark shoots into a flame, or its little
            
            spring rises to a torrent, the rankness of the growth demands
            
            the pruning-knife, and the swelling  and excess requires an assuaging
            
            medicine; for all excess disturbs the progress of well-regulated
            
            temperance, and the pride of unhealthy extravagance fattens, so
            
            to speak, into imposthumes of vices'  
           The former poetical discourse, then, which strayed into playful
            
            jest, is set before thee as a treat for thy childishness. Now
            
            let the style, which had slightly wandered toward the boyish and
            
            light verses of thv youth, return to the ordered theme of the
            
            narration previously planned. As I showed in touching on the subject before, I appointed Venus to build up a progeny from the
            
            living creatures of earth, that in  her work of producing things
            
            she might shape in the rough various materials, and lay them before
            
            me. But I, in the manifold formation of their natures, was to
            
            add the execution of the final and polishing hand. And in order
            
            that faithful tools might exclude the confusion of poor work,
            
            I have assigned to her two lawful hammers, by which she may bring
            
            the stratagems of the Fates to naught, and present to view the
            
            multiform subjects of existence. Also I appointed for her work
            
            anvils, noble instruments, with a command that she should apply
            
            these same hammers to them, and faithfully give herself up to
            
            the forming of things, not permitting the hammers to leave their
            
            proper  work, and become strangers to the anvils.f For the office
            
            of writing I provided her [1] with an especially potent reed-pen,
            
            in order that, on suitable leaves desiring the writing of this
            
            pen (in the benefit of my gift of which leaves she had been made
            
            a sharer), she might, according to the rule of my orthography,
            
            trace the natures of things, and might not suffer the pen to stray
            
            in the least measure possible from the path of proper description
            
            into the by-track of false writing. But since for the production
            
            of progeny the rule of marital coition, with its lawful embraces
            
            was to connect things unlike in their opposition of sexes, I,
            
            to the end that in her connections she should observe the orthodox
            
            constructions of grammatical art, and that the nobility of her
            
            work should not mar its glory by ignorance of any branch of knowledge,
            
            taught her, as a pupil worthy to be 6s taught, by friendly precepts
            
            under my guiding discipline, what rules of the grammatical art
            
            she should  
           1. Reading eidem, with Migne.  
          admit in her skilful connections and constructions, and what she
            
            should exclude as irregular and not redeemed b any justifying
            
            figure. For although natural reason recognizes, as grammar corroborates,
            
            two genders specially, namely masculine and feminine-albeit some
            
            men, deprived of the sign of sex, can be thought of in my opinion
            
            by the designation of neuter-yet I enjoined Cypris, with the most
            
            friendly admonitions, and under the most powerful  thunder of
            
            threats, to solemnize in her connections as reason demands, only
            
            the natural union of the masculine with the feminine gender. For,
            
            since according to the demand of nuptial custom the masculine
            
            gender takes to itself its feminine gender, if the joining of
            
            these genders should be celebrated irregularly, so that members
            
            of the same sex should be connected with each other, that construction
            
            would not earn pardon from me, either by the help of evocation
            
            or by the aid of conception. For if the masculine gender by some
            
            violent and reasonless reasoning should demand a like gender,
            
            the relation of that connection could not justify its vice by
            
            any beauty of figure, but would be disgraced as an inexcusable
            
            and monstrous solecism.  
           Furthermore, my command enjoined Cypris that, in her constructions,
            
            she have regard to the ordinary rules for nouns and adjectives,
            
            and that she appoint that organ which is especially marked with
            
            the peculiarity of the feminine sex to the office of noun,  and
            
            that she should put that organ characterized y the signs of the
            
            masculine sex in the seat of the adjective. Thus should it be
            
            that neither the adjective should be able to fall into the place
            
            of the noun, nor should the noun remove into the region of the
            
            adjective. And since each is influenced by the other, by the laws of necessity the adjective is attracted according
            
            to its modifying quality, and the noun as is proper in a thing
            
            retentive of substantive nature. Besides this, I added that the
            
            Dionean conjugation should not admit into its uniform use of transitive
            
            construction either a defective use, or the circuity of reflexiveness,
            
            or the excess of double conjugation-it being rather contented
            
            with the direct course of single conjugation-nor should suffer
            
            by the irruption of any wandering influence to such degree that
            
            the active voice should become able by a usurping assumption to
            
            cross over into the passive, or the latter by an abandonment of
            
            its peculiar nature to turn into the active, or, retaining under
            
            the letters of the passive the nature of the active, to assume
            
            the law of the deponent. Nor is it strange if many conjugations,
            
            characterized by the mark of fullest grammatical strength, suffer
            
            repulse from the dwelling of the art of Venus; for though she
            
            admits into the bosom of her friendship those which follow her
            
            rules and direction, yet those which in the boasting of a most
            
            eloquent contradiction [1] try to overthrow her laws, she suspends
            
            in the exclusion of an eternal anathema.  
           The voice of controversial logic, moreover, will acknowledge that
            
            very many powerful connections draw upon divers stores of strength-though
            
            there are some which have no freedom to go beyond their own stations
            
            and restraints. And since I knew that Venus was entering into
            
            conflict and sharp argument against the active opposition of the
            
            Fates, I gave [2] her, according to the maxims of controversial
            
            learning, and to the end that she should not fall into the closing
            
            trap  Of a conclusion at the hands of Atropos through any  
           1. Reading contradictionis, with B.  
           2  Emending to docebam.  
           deceiving trick, [1] instruction that she transcend the formal
            
            limits of her own arguments, and that she find the lurking-place
            
            of false deceit in those of her opponents. So might she the more
            
            safely carry on the contest and dispute against the wiles of the
            
            adversary, and by her earnestness refute the false arguments [2]
            
            of her opponents. Moreover, I added that a syllogistic conclusion
            
            in the due order of three propositions should be arranged, but
            
            that it should be content with an abridgment to two terms, following
            
            none of the Aristotelian figures; being of such sort that in every
            
            proposition the major extreme should perform the office of the
            
            predicate, and the minor should be the subject, and be bound by
            
            its laws. In the first proposition the predicate should cling
            
            to the subject,  not in the manner of true inherence, but simply
            
            by the way of external connection, as with a term predicated from
            
            a term. In the minor proposition the major term should be joined
            
            to the minor more closely by the reciprocal pressure of the kisses
            
            of  relation. But in the conclusion there should be celebrated,
            
            in the truer bond of closest inherence, the fleshly connection
            
            of subject [3] and predicate. It was also part of my plan that
            
            the terms in the conclusion of love should not, by any pernicious
            
            and retrograding conversion, following the laws of predication
            
            by analogy, change their places and stations. And to the end that
            
            no false consequent, born from terms like and equal, should be
            
            able to hinder the work  of Venus, I distinguished the terms with
            
            special marks, that she might plainly recognize with familiar
            
            insight and easy perception what term, from the law of their  
           1. Reading fallaciae,, with Migne.  
           2  Reading argumenta, with B. and Migne.  
           3  Reading subjecti, with B. and Migne.  
          nature, the more humble step of the subject demands, and what
            
            the loftier summit of the predicate ; for so, if a conclusion
            
            should inconsequently have its terms ont of right relation, there
            
            should not still arise complete deformity and continual folly.  
           Furthermore, just as it has been my purpose to attack with bitter
            
            hostility [1] certain practices of grammar and logic, and exclude
            
            them from the schools of Venus, so 'I have forbidden to the arts
            
            of Cypris those metonymic uses of rhetoricians which Mother Rhetoric
            
            embraces in her wide bosom, and inspires as her speech with many
            
            graces; for I feared lest if, in the pursuit of too strained a
            
            metaphor, she should change the predicate from its protesting
            
            subject into something wholly foreign, cleverness would be too
            
            far [2] converted into a blemish, refinement into grossness, fancy
            
            into a fault, ornament into a gaudy show.  
           With these distinctive marks of splendor and nobility, the earthly
            
            presence of Venus came into thy native sphere. Most energetically
            
            she labored with the aid of her instruments in weaving the series
            
            of human birth, mending with a slender needle those parts that
            
            had been sundered by the hands of the Fates, and more subtly still
            
            joining these one to another. And thus did she once, with the
            
            most obedient care, perform to me the dues of her tributary  administration.
            
            But [3] since the soul, when glutted from its birth with a satiety
            
            of the same thing [4] comes to loathe it, and its desire to accomplish
            
            is extinguished by attack on the daily labor, the uniform character
            
            of the work so many times repeated tired [5] and disgusted Cytherea,
            
            [6] and the effect of continued labor  
           1  Reading incursu, with B. and Migne.  
           2  Reading nimis, with B.  
           3. Reading sed, with B. and Migne.  
           4. Reading identitate, with Migne.  
           5. Reading infestavit, with Migne.  
           6. Reading Cytheream, with B. and Migne.  
          took away the wish to perform. She, then, wishing rather to be
            
            pampered in unfruitful love than to be exercised in fruitful labors,
            
            though she had been entrusted, as related, with the busy work
            
            of a festal activity, began to be young and childish over the
            
            joys of extreme idleness. Now with whom sluggish  inactivity has
            
            gained a stronghold, by him all service of virtue is rejected,
            
            and the unproductiveness of sloth is wont to form its abundance
            
            of misshapen offspring; draining a flood of drink, he wantons
            
            in excessive licentiousness, and his unrestrained gormandizing
            
            of food throws back like vomit from its surfeit. Venus stung by
            
            these fatal passions, began as a concubine , defiling the chastity
            
            of her marriage-bed [1] in the polluting sin of adultery against
            
            her husband Hymen, to commit fornication with Antigamus. Enmeshed
            
            in the ruin-bringing suggestions of her adulterer, she has unreasonably
            
            changed a spontaneous work into a mechanical, a normal into an
            
            abnormal, a refined into a gross, and, corrupting my precept taught
            
            her, has denied the hammers the association of their proper anvils,
            
            and condemned them to the adulterous anvils. Moreover, the natural
            
            anvils bewail the absence of their hammers, and are seen sadly
            
            to demand them. And she who was wont to hold out the shield of
            
            defense to that sword of Atropos which severs all things, now
            
            has become bound to the latter in a mutual alliance on firm consideration,
            
            and permits the sickle of fate to run out far into the grain of
            
            the human race, and does not repair the loss [2] with renewed
            
            [3] birth from any fresh seed. But rather, destroy-  
           1. Reading tori castitatem pests adulterationis incestans, with Migne.  
           2. Placing a comma before damnum, and omitting the one
            
            after it, with Migne.  
           3. Reading rediviva, with B.  
          ing herself in grammatical constructions, and perverting herself
            
            in dialectical conversions, she changes her art by the gaudy ornaments
            
            of rhetoric into artifice, and her artifice into viciousness.  
           While in her wild fornication she was continuing the illicit actions
            
            of concubinage with the adulterer, she conceived offspring from
            
            him, and became the parent of a bastard for a son. Though this
            
            latter does not rejoice in any pleasure or delight, or wish to
            
            bask in any of  the joys of mirth, yet she, to the end that he
            
            might be called. as by antiphrasis, Mirth, in the absence of mirth,
            
            placed the name of that disposition upon him. To Dione, then,
            
            were given two sons, divided by differences in kind unlike by
            
            law of their birth, dissimilar in the marks of their qualities,
            
            ill-agreeing in the variance of their occupation. For Hymen, who
            
            is related to me by the bond of brotherhood from the same mother,
            
            and whom a stock of excellent worth produced, begot to himself
            
            from Venus a son Cupid. But Antigamus, scurrilous and descended
            
            from a race of ignobility, by his adultery with Venus has lightly
            
            become the father of an illegitimate son, Mirth. A solemn marriage
            
            accounts for the birth of the former; a low and notorious concubinage
            
            denounces the descent of the latter. In the former [1] shines
            
            glooms his father's culture and courtesy; in the latter [2] the
            
            grossness of his father's brutality. The former dwells by gleaming
            
            springs, silvery in white splendors; the latter continually frequents
            
            places cursed with  perennial barrenness. The latter pitches his
            
            tent on the desert plain; the former is pleased with the wooded
            
            valley. The latter without cease spends the night in taverns;
            
            the former continues days and nights under  
           1. Reading illo, with Migne.  
           2. Emending illo to isto.  
          the clear sky. The former [1] wounds those whom he pursues with
            
            golden hunting-spears; the latter [2] lances those whom he strikes
            
            with iron javelins. The former [3] intoxicates his guests with
            
            a nectar not bitter; the latter [4] ruins with the sour drink
            
            of absinthe.  
           Now my discourse has traced on the chart of thy mind the manner
            
            in which the ruinous evil of idleness has produced inordinate
            
            love; how the excess and deluge of drink has brought to pass love's
            
            raging lust; how, taking its rise in gluttony, the ivory-white
            
            leprosy of licentiousness has destroyed great numbers. Up to this
            
            point I have sung a sorrowful song of suffering and lament over
            
            those lying sick with the acute fever of sensual passion. Now
            
            as to the rest, whom the unhealthy rout of other vices confounds,
            
            let us tune the cithara of our complaint to the manner of elegiac
            
            song. For many, while they shun and avoid the abysmal mouths of
            
            greedy Charybdis, yet are miserably shipwrecked by unthought peril
            
            in the depths of black Scylla. And very many, while they escape
            
            the ruinous rush of the vehement flood, become stuck in the greedy
            
            slime of the sluggish fen. Others, while they avoid with care
            
            and caution the precipices of the steep mountain, dash themselves
            
            together on the level plain by their own headlong haste. Such
            
            matters, then, as I cast into thy mind, fasten there by the nail
            
            of retentive memory, and by watchfulness of soul shake off slothful
            
            sleep, so that, stirred by my maternal feelings, thou mayest sympathize
            
            and condole over the ruin of desperate men, and, armed with the
            
            shield of early admonition, meet the monstrous force of vices,
            
            and, if any herb of base seed dare to sprout in the  
           1. Emending iste to ille.  
           2. Emending ille to iste.  
           3. Emending iste to ille.  
           4. Emending ille to iste.  
          garden of thy mind, mayest cut it and root it out with a timely
            
            sickle.'  
           Then said I :  
           'Now long since my mind has rejoiced in the profit of thy teaching,
            
            and inclined a most willing ear to  thy censures.'  
            
           METRE VI.  
           Heu! quam praecipitem passa ruinam.  
           'Alas!' she said suffering what headlong ruin does virtue labor,
            
            lying conquered under vice! All the beauty of virtue is banished;
            
            the bridles of madness are loosed for evil ; the day of justice
            
            fades;  hardly the shadow of its shadow is left surviving; lacking
            
            light, abounding in night, it bewails the extinguished star of
            
            its glory. While the lurid lightning of crime blasts the world,
            
            the darkness of guile clouds the planet [1] of faith, and no stars
            
            of the virtues redeem the abyss of that darkness. The evening
            
            of faith lies upon the world, and the night of the chaos of falsehood
            
            is everywhere. Faith sickens with fraud; fraud, too, deceives
            
            itself by fraud, and thus guile is upon the heels of guile. In
            
            the sphere of conduct, morals lack morality; laws lack law; justice
            
            loses the righteousness of its course. For all justice is executed
            
            without justice, and law flourishes without law. The world grows
            
            worse, and now its golden age departs. The poverty of iron clothes
            
            it; of old the glory of gold invested it. Now guile does not seek
            
            the robe of hypocrisy, nor does the foul odor of vice look for
            
            the balsams of the virtues to furnish a mantle for its stench.
            
            The nettle, indeed, does [2] cloak its pov-  
           1. Reading astrum, with B.  
           2. Reading Sic urtica, with Migne.  
          erty with roses, sea-weed with hyacinths, dross with silver, rouge-paint
            
            with a true glow, that thus, for a time,as appearance may make
            
            amends for evil. But crime puts off all ornaments, nor colors
            
            itself with the light of justice. For vice strips itself openly;
            
            falsehood becomes the tongue of its own madness. What safety remains
            
            when guile arms the very mothers against their own bowels, when
            
            brotherly love labors in untruth, when the right hand lies to
            
            its sister? The law of goodness-to esteem good men-is considered
            
            false, and the law of piety is impiety, and to be pure is to all
            
            a cause of disgrace. Without shame inhuman man repudiates the
            
            proper practices of humanity. Then, degenerate, he takes up the
            
            base actions of a brute. and thus, worthy to be unmanned, forsakes
            
            his manhood.'  
            
           PROSE VI.  
           Ad hoc ego: Quoniam in area generalitatis.  
           At this I pursued:  
           `Since my furthest knowledge wanders astray in this general field,
            
            and since particularity has been made a friend of the intellect,
            
            I wish that thou wouldest unfold, with variously colored and brilliant
            
            figures  interspersed, the evils which thou impliest in this small
            
            round of a general statement.'  
           `Since it is unfitting' she replied, `to deprive thy proper and
            
            meritorious request of its reward and satisfaction, it is right
            
            that the separate evils be pointed out to thee distinctively by
            
            individual signs. Inasmuch, then, as it has been told how the
            
            whole world is endangered by the almost universal fire of impure
            
            love, there now remains to be shown how it is ship-wrecked on the most universal flood of intemperance. Seeing that
            
            intemperance is a sort of preface to the performance and excitement
            
            of love, and antecedent to the amorous consequent, note that certain
            
            daughters of the old Idololatria, who was in time past completely
            
            crushed, make the attempt to renew the power of their mother in
            
            the immediate present, and, by certain magic songs, to revive
            
            her from the dead. In their meretricious employment they brighten
            
            their appearance with the countenance of deceiving delight, and
            
            fraudulently lure on their lovers. Also with sad joy, with friendly
            
            cruelty, with hostile friendship, like sirens they sweetly bear
            
            on their lips the melody of pleasure, even into destruction itself,
            
            leading on their lovers through to the shipwreck of idolatry.
            
            One of  them, to speak by a fictitious name, can be called by
            
            the fit appellation Bacchilatria. This Bacchilatria, who steals
            
            the spark of reason from her lover, and exposes him to the darkness
            
            of brutish sensuality, after the manner of a harlot so intoxicates
            
            him that he is forced to desire wine beyond measure; so much indeed,
            
            that the drinker, in being bound to Bacchus by the chain of intemperate
            
            enjoyment, is thought to exhibit the majesty of his cult. Therefore
            
            the man Bacchilatra very frequently prefers that Bacchus-like
            
            relics of his own shrine-should not be separated from him by interval
            
            in space, and does not allow his god to delay too long in the
            
            walls of alien vessels; but that the divinity of the god may assist
            
            him the more intimately, he shuts him up in the jar of his own
            
            belly. But because most often the vessel of the stomach can not
            
            bear the divinity of so great a guest, the same god disgracefully
            
            goes off in liquid either through the arctic pole of the eastern
            
            door, or through the antarctic pole of the western region. Many times, also, the worshiper of Bacchus designs a guest-chamber
            
            for him in the cups of goblets of very precious material, in order
            
            that his clear deity may shine out the more divinely in a vessel
            
            of gold. Thence this same goblet, which rivals the glories of
            
            the ether in its brightness, and strives with the green light
            
            of the emerald in its freshness, and far surpasses most savors
            
            in the excellence of its savor, incites the sons of drinking by
            
            its falsely divine qualities, so that they honor wine with ineffable
            
            love, as if it were the mystery of an - unutterable godship. And,
            
            then, that nothing of the god remain undrained, they pierce through
            
            Bacchus to the very dregs, and so force their god ignobly to descend
            
            to the Tartarean depth of the belly. Thus, while they drop to
            
            the most general class of drinking, they rise to the superlative
            
            degree of drunkenness.  
           This evil not only is made an enemy to men of plebeian stock,
            
            but even causes the haughty necks of prelates to bend. And they
            
            to whom those delights of Bacchus, which the favor of nature has
            
            showered upon him, are not sufficient, though they usurp the attractions
            
            of learning, swallow also, in the voracious Charybdis of their
            
            gullet, Bacchus now rejoicing in a marriage with roses, now exhaling
            
            fragrance from various flowers, now claiming distinction  from
            
            association with hyssop, now enriched externally with other gifts.
            
            And to such a degree, indeed, is this true that with no sea they
            
            suffer the shipwreck of drunkenness, without sorrow its sadness,
            
            without infirmity its sickness, without an opiate its sleep. Those
            
            who, fired with drunken energy, employ their time in hymns, break
            
            in on the verses with unnecessary interjection, and rudely let
            
            in the tempest of inebriation.  
           Not only the aforementioned passion for drink, but also a canine
            
            greediness for eating, entices very many. The abnormal desires
            
            of such, and their gross thoughts, dream of preparations of food.
            
            While they pay too fully their due of food to the daily tax-collector,
            
            he, more than loaded, has to pay back his debtor. They prize whatever
            
            they hold in the coffer of the stomach, and although neither rust
            
            can consume that trust with the tooth of corrosion, nor the guile
            
            of the stealthy thief snatch it away, nevertheless it vanishes
            
            more ignobly in the baser robbery of digestive heat. That they
            
            may more carefully fawn upon this tax collecting stomach, they
            
            urge the purse to disgorge its treasure, the coffer to vomit its
            
            coins. Though within they enrich the belly with wealth of foods,
            
            without they are situated in sheer, naked, and lonely poverty.
            
            Now this pestilence, not contented with plebeian humility, extends
            
            itself quite deeply among prelates. These, degrading the office
            
            of baptism, baptize in the base font of spice salmon, pike, and
            
            other fish which  are exceptional in equal excellence, and have
            
            been crucified in various martyrdoms of cookery, to the end that,
            
            by coming from such a baptism, they may acquire a varied and agreeable
            
            savor. Furthermore, on the same table the beast of the earth is
            
            drowned in the flood of spice, the fish swims in it, the bird
            
            is . limed in its paste. And while so many species of animals
            
            are confined in the single prison-house of a belly, the creature
            
            of the sea wonders that the tribes that go on foot and the tribes
            
            of the air are buried With it in the same sepulchre. If freedom
            
            to go out is given them, the width of the door hardly suffices
            
            for their egress.  
           These evils form the bridge over which the brothels of licentiousness
            
            are reached. They are the preliminaries through which one enters into the art of stealing. They
            
            are the source of diseases. They beget poverty. They are the nurses
            
            of discord, [1] the sisters of madness, the mothers of excess,
            
            the seekers after impurity. Because of them humanity transgresses
            
            the limits of modesty, disregards the restraints of temperance,
            
            breaks to pieces the seals of chastity, pays no heed to the graciousness
            
            of my bounty. For though my liberality distributes to men so many
            
            dishes of food, and rains upon them such flowing cups, yet they,
            
            ungrateful for my favors, misusing lawful things in ways beyond
            
            all measure of law, and loosening the bridles of the throat, at
            
            the same time overstep the limits of eating and extend the lines
            
            of drinking indefinitely. They who seduce their palates with the
            
            tang of salts, that they may drink  much and often, are still
            
            more often made to thirst.  
           There is also another daughter of Idololatria, whom, if characteristic
            
            name is to have similarity in its sound to her real nature, it
            
            is fitting to call with apt word Nummulatria. She is Avarice,
            
            through whose influence money is deified in men's minds, and the
            
            dignity of divine worship is extended to a coin. Through her influence,
            
            also, when a coin speaks, the trump of Ciceronian eloquence is
            
            hoarse; when a coin goes to war, the lightnings of Hector's warfare
            
            cease; when  money battles, the strength of Hercules is subdued.
            
            For if one is armed with money as with a silver breastplate, the
            
            rush of the Ciceronian torrent, the splendor of the onset of Hector,
            
            the might and bravery of Hercules, the cunning craft of Ulysses,
            
            count only for light trifles. For to such a degree has the hunger
            
            for possession burned that subtle dialectics are silent, the culture
            
            of rhetoric languishes. When  
           1.Omitting vel desidiae, with B. and Migne.  
          abundance of wealth makes the final plea, Cicero sells the riches
            
            of his eloquence, Lucretia changes the necklace of her chastity
            
            into the price of gold, Penelope resigns the purity and virtue
            
            of twenty years to a price. and Hippolytus, if he hear the petitions
            
            of  the whispering coin, is not willing to treat sternly the entreaties
            
            of his stepmother. If money murmurs at the ear of an umpire, the
            
            lyre of Orpheus, the song of Amphion, the muse of Virgil, are
            
            smothered by its voice. Now the rich man, shipwrecked in the deep
            
            of wealth, thinks after money with the fires of dropsical thirst,
            
            and is set like a Tantalus in its midst. And the poor man, though
            
            he is not able really to practice actual avarice, yet within preserves
            
            a spiritual parsimony. O shame! Mass of metal secures honor, 
            
            which is considered in proportion to the metal's weight. Not Caesar
            
            now, but money, is all; for [1] like a mediator it runs through
            
            the honors one by one, from the smallest to those of the widest
            
            scope. Our patriarch now is money; for it sets some on the supreme
            
            throne of an archbishopric, raises others to the honor of a bishop's
            
            eminence, fits others for archidiaconal offices, makes others
            
            equal to employments in other positions of dignity. What further?
            
            Money conquers, money reigns, money commands all. What profits
            
            it in the chariot of Ptolomean subtlety to follow elusive astronomy
            
            in its swift flight, the prophecies of the stars, to track the
            
            free wanderings of the planets; with Euclid to search the inner
            
            secrets of the puzzles of geometry, with the intellect to descend
            
            into the depths of the sea, to touch the height of heaven by measurements
            
            that can be comprehended; with the Milesian to find the harmonious
            
            combinations of musical chords; with Pythagoras to examine the  
           1. Reading quia, with Migne.  
          rivalry of numbers in the strength of their multiplication ; with
            
            Cicero to star oratory with the brilliant constellations of rhetoric;
            
            with Aristotle to separate with the two-handed sword of logic
            
            the untrue from the true; with Zeno to clothe falsehood in deceptive
            
            probability; with Donatus to join the parts of speech in the tones
            
            of agreement-since wisdom in our times  is rewarded with no pay
            
            or profit, no favorable breeze of fame lifts it aloft, and money
            
            itself buys the commendations of praise, the titles of honor ?  
           But wisdom alone surpasses every possession. Though this noble
            
            property be scattered abroad, it reunites; though spent, it returns;
            
            though confiscated, it gains an increase. Through it the splendid
            
            treasure of science is produced in the mysterious secret places
            
            of the mind, and the enjoyment of internal delight is acquired.
            
            It is the sun from which the mind becomes  like day in the midst
            
            of shadows ; it is the eye of the heart, the rapturous paradise
            
            of the spirit. It turns the earthly into the heavenly by the power
            
            of godlike change, the perishable into the immortal, man into
            
            God. It is the true cure for error, the only solace for human
            
            misfortune, alone the morning-star of the night of humanity, the
            
            special redemption from thy misery. No fog of the air blurs its
            
            keenness, the thickness of earth does not bar its working, nor
            
            depth of water dim its vision. Although among those who are like
            
            brutes in bestial sensuality it sickens by reason of their gross
            
            vice, yet among those who have raised the spark of reason into
            
            its original fire it does not lack the favor of sounding fame.
            
            For though wisdom despises flattering applause and unsubstantial.
            
            adulation, yet since it is the glorious property of true fame
            
            to scorn those who seek after it, and seek after those who Scorn
            
            it, it attains fame by fleeing from it, which it would lose by following. Therefore, if among certain
            
            men thou seest -money reigning, knowledge lying prostrate, wealth
            
            militant, wisdom in exile, yet do thou with victorious spirit
            
            throw down and trample under foot the ignoble hoards of riches,
            
            and with the love of inner affection follow after knowledge; for
            
            so thou wilt be able with unimpeded gaze to look further into
            
            the resting-place of Mother Wisdom.'  
           Then said I:  
           'I could wish that, giving free rein to reproof, thou wouldest
            
            attack the daughters of Avarice more fiercely.'  
           Then she, turning the course of her speech to severest censure
            
            and invective, said:  
            
           METER VII.  
           Postquam sacra fames auri mortalia pungit.  
           'After the cursed hunger of gold pierces mortal breasts, the starved
            
            mind of man knows not rest.[1] It dissolves friendships, begets
            
            hate, incites anger, sows strife, nourishes dissension, lets loose
            
            war breaks  established bonds, stirs up sons against fathers,
            
            mothers against their own bowels, brings it to pass that brothers
            
            know not the togas of their brothers, and all those whom union
            
            of blood unites one madness wickedly divides. While the passion
            
            for having makes the stomach of the mind dropsical, the mind thirsts
            
            as it drinks, and, like another Tantalus, burns in the very water,
            
            and the abundance of wealth gives intensity to the thirst. So
            
            the satiated man hungers, the drunken thirsts, the one with plenty
            
            longs, the individual covets everything, and by that very covetousness
            
            is made poor, and stays wealthy without, but  
           1. Reading manere, with Migne.  
          needy within. The wretch has nothing when he thinks that he has
            
            nothing, since [1] his longings balance his riches with poverty.
            
            Many enemies invade the lodging of the heart and the walls of
            
            his greedy mind, and with great tumult disturb the whole stronghold
            
            of the human breast. For fear marches upon the understanding,
            
            and likewise covetousness shakes it, and loots the whole city
            
            of the mind. Thus the avaricious wretch is agitated by a twofold
            
            crowd of  cares. And while he fears things worthy to be feared,
            
            his mind itself often dreams new terrors and creates fear, and
            
            suffers misfortune in the fear of misfortune, and considers adversity
            
            and loss with utter consternation. Thus the dreams of terror picture
            
            various 3calamities, and fright conjures up falsehood of wife
            
            and knavery of thief and assault of enemy, and imagines swords
            
            threatening the neck, and the dire thunderbolts of those in power.
            
            Now it thinks on the evils of fire, now it conceives of the wrath
            
            of the ocean,  now it is shipwrecked on blank fear. The mind of
            
            the rich man lingers over a coin, while he buries it in his chest,
            
            and the buried coin becomes dead to the miser's use. Not he, but
            
            the chest, possesses it, and claims the whole value of the money
            
            for itself. That the coffer may serve him various dishes of coins,
            
            the rich man inflicts the pangs of hunger on his own belly. The
            
            belly dreads avarice, and cannot understand why it is denied its
            
            proper revenues, and asks aid of the coffer, but the coffer turns
            
            to it deaf ears. The vision has food, and the eye makes merry,
            
            but, in solitude among silver, the belly is forced to meditate
            
            and brood, and suffers hunger with far-reaching desire. Nor do
            
            tears, nor the honey of prayers, nor poverty itself, plead so
            
            that the rich man does not devour the  
           1. Reading cum, with Migne.  
          poor man for his gain, and pinch the wretch's little money-bag.
            
            He laughs at the tears of the poor, and feasts on the toil of
            
            the wretched, and makes their punishment his own repose. Grief
            
            possesses the one, laughter the other; jest the one,. mourning
            
            the other. The one groans, the other makes merry; the one grieves,
            
            while the other ceases from grieving. All sympathy of the rich
            
            and avaricious is lost in a desire for money ; for there is no
            
            other pleasure allowed the mind which can turn the face elsewhere.
            
            The rich man does not have riches, but is had by them. He is not
            
            a possessor of money, but money possesses him, and the miser's
            
            soul is buried among coins. These he cherishes as gods, on these
            
            idols he lavishes the honor of divine worship, and ascribes godlike
            
            powers to them. Thus the reason of man, trampled by covetousness,
            
            serves the flesh, and like a handmaid is compelled to wait upon
            
            it. Thus the eye of the heart sickens, blind from a fleshly mist,
            
            and suffers its eclipse, to lead an inactive life in solitude.
            
            Thus the shadow of the flesh basely covers the splendor of human
            
            riches, and the glory of mind is made most inglorious. This manner
            
            of speech does not decry riches nor rich men, but rather labors
            
            to censure error. I do not condemn either possessions, or wealth,
            
            or the utility of a rich man, if his conquering spirit, with reason
            
            as its master, walks upon the wealth which it has cast below its
            
            feet-if, in short, reason, like an able charioteer, shall direct
            
            the application of riches.  For though a rich man scatters his
            
            whole wealth, showers presents, aspires to praise, and desires
            
            to gain favor by bounty-yet if the author of this munificence,
            
            the leader and director, is not reason, there will be no profit,
            
            since gifts do not merit commendation, but rather buy it, unless
            
            they be made becomingly and with discretion. For frequently the return for a gift is hypocritical
            
            praise, a false pretense of fame, the ape of renown, a dull honor,
            
            a shadow of approval.  
            
           PROSE VII.  
           Ecce habes quomodo tenacis avaritiae viscus.  
           There thou hast in what manner the tenacious lime of avarice deprives
            
            the wings of the human mind of liberty. Now is to be examined
            
            how the bombastic flatulence of insolent pride lifts the minds
            
            of men into arrogance. Tainted by the fatal contagion of this
            
            infirmity, a multitude of men, while they insolently exalt themselves
            
            above themselves, descend in ruin beneath, detract from themselves
            
            in their very arrogance, sink while they bear themselves aloft,
            
            destroy themselves in their self-elevation. Either the solemn
            
            pompousness of these men's words, or silence, the mother of suspicion,
            
            or some peculiarity of act, or rude idiosyncrasy of gesture, or
            
            excessive bedizening of the body, throws light upon the inner
            
            haughtiness of mind. For some, whom lowliness of servile .condition
            
            debases, boast of majestic liberty. Others, while they are of
            
            common stock and plebeian race, in word at least make themselves
            
            of distinction in excellence of blood. Others,while they cry in
            
            the cradles of the grammatic art and are suckled at its breasts,
            
            profess the height of Aristotelian subtlety. Others, though numb
            
            with the ague-fits of a frightened hare, by the single remedy
            
            of verbosity present the courageous front of a lion. There are
            
            others who plainly reveal, by a silence merely external, what
            
            the pride of inner indignation shuts close. For they disdain to
            
            grant a share of mutual conversation to others, whether these lie in the lower walk of life, or resemble
            
            themselves in equality of worth, or sway in more exalted eminence
            
            and dignity. If one request a word from them, the reply is separated
            
            from the question by such a great interval of silence that it
            
            seem s unrelated to it by any tie. Others, who take pleasure in
            
            individualizing their acts, try everywhere to be lonely in a crowd,
            
            peculiar among the general, opposed to the universal, diverse
            
            in the midst of unity. For while others engage in conversation,
            
            they give themselves up to silence; while others relax in pleasures,
            
            they are seen to be involved with serious matters; while others
            
            are taken up with religious celebrations, they enjoy their ease
            
            in wanton pleasures; while others are bright of face with joyous
            
            humor, their countenances present a very tempest of malevolent
            
            severity. Others with external peculiarity of deportment betoken
            
            an inner demeanor of pride. These, as if they despised everything
            
            earthy, with heads thrown back look up to the things of heaven,
            
            indignantly turn aside their eyes, lift their eyebrows markedly,
            
            turn up their chins superciliously, and holds their arms as stiff
            
            as a bow; their feet graze the ground on tiptoe only. Others make
            
            their bodies too effeminate by means of woman's attire. They quiet,
            
            by the aid of a comb, the assembly of their hairs in such peace
            
            that no breeze can raise a stir in them; by the help of scissors
            
            they clip the fringes of the dense eyebrow, or pluck them up and
            
            root them out from the over -full wood; they bring to bear on
            
            the stripling beard the frequent treachery of the razor, that
            
            it may not dare to sprout ever so little; their  arms cry out
            
            against the tightness of gloves, and their feet are imprisoned
            
            in narrow shoes. Alas, whence this arrogance, this pride in men?
            
            Their birth is fraught with sorrow, trouble and pain consume their life,
            
            and the still more painful necessity of death ends even that pain.
            
            With them being is a moment, life a shipwreck, the world a banishment.
            
            Their life is either gone, or pledges itself to go; moreover death
            
            is upon them, or threatens momently to arrive.  
           Now from Pride is born a daughter, who possesses by inheritance
            
            the malevolence of her mother. She is Envy, and by the gnawing
            
            rust of continual detraction she destroys the minds of men. She
            
            is the worm because of whose bite health of mind sickens and falls
            
            into disease, soundness of mind rots into decay,  rest of mind
            
            is abandoned for trouble. She is the guest who, after being lodged
            
            in her host's guest-chamber, pulls down the hospitable shelter.
            
            She is a possession which most evilly, nay dominatingly, possesses
            
            its possessor; for while she troubles others with blatant obloquy,
            
            she disturbs more deeply with intestine fang the spirit of her
            
            possessor. She is Envy, who keeps the stings of her angry aspersions
            
            at rest as against those whom a hell of faults devours, those
            
            to whom the plan of nature denies the gifts of the body, those
            
            whom mad fortune vomits into poverty. But if any one swims with
            
            Croesus in the flood of riches, scatters wealth with Titus, disputes
            
            over his image with Narcissus thunders with Turnus in courage,
            
            rejoices with Hercules in strength, is drunken with the poetic
            
            nectar go of Homer, with Plato examines philosophy face to face,
            
            with Hippolytus is distinguished as the mirror of chastity -against
            
            such a one she discharges all the stings [1] of her detractions.
            
            For she attributes bravery to the wildness of fear, distorts prudence
            
            into guile and fraud, or into bombastic flatulence. Under her  
           1. Reading aculeos, with Migne.  
          defamation also decency sinks into a gilded varnish of hypocrisy.
            
            This disease of enviousness corrupts very many, who, while they
            
            endeavor to mar the brightness of another's reputation, feel the
            
            first disparagement of their own good character. Another's prosperity
            
            is judged by them unfavorable, another's adversity favorable.
            
            They are sad at another's joy, are joyous at another's sadness.
            
            They measure their riches in another's poverty, and their own
            
            poverty in another's riches. They try to darken another's shining
            
            renown with a cloud of traducement, or to steal his glory by mere
            
            silence. They spoil the pure [1] brightness of another's virtue,
            
            or mix the ferment of falsehood with the true. O grief! What monster
            
            more monstrous than envy? What evil more destructive? What fault
            
            more to be condemned? What torment more full of punishment? It
            
            is the gulf for erring blindness, the hell of the human mind,
            
            the spur of contention, the  sting of unrest. What are the emotions
            
            of envy but the enemies of human peace, the attendants of mental
            
            depredation, the hostile guard of a troubled spirit, the watch
            
            over another's felicity? What does it profit any one if fortune
            
            bright and favorable cheers him on, and his body rejoices in the
            
            glow of beauty, and his mind is luminous with the splendor of
            
            wisdom, when the robbery of livid envy plunders the riches of
            
            the mind, turns the brightness of prosperous fortune into the
            
            darkness of adversity, and debases the gold of beauty into foul
            
            dross, and when ignoble spite makes the glory of wisdom inglorious?  
           Yet if one wishes to banish the rust of malice, the moth of envy
            
            from the mind's treasure-house, let him find his grief in condoling
            
            with another's woe, let him rejoice in another's joy as his own,
            
            let him con  
           1. Reading puram, with B.  
          sider his riches in the riches of another, let him mourn his poverty
            
            in the poverty of another. If thou shouldst see another's good
            
            name honored and celebrated, do thou by no disparagement make
            
            this festival of praise a common day, but let the lamp of the
            
            other's  virtue be brought before the whole company, and shine
            
            forth the more fairly in the noonday of thy speech. If thou observest
            
            any that are giving way to sharp depreciation of another's honors
            
            and good fame, either withdraw thyself from the blatant herd,
            
            or dull the slanderous tongues by reproof and correction. Bring
            
            the brawling to naught, wear away the teeth of corrosion, consume
            
            the biting scandal.  
           To this list of vices Flattery joins her share of evil. By this
            
            pest and plague are smitten the adherents of chief men, palace
            
            dogs, artisans of flattery, manufacturers of praise, molders of
            
            falsehood. These are they who sound the grandiloquent trump of
            
            commendation in the ears of the rich; who throw out the honey
            
            of sweetest flattery; who, that they may cozen him out of gifts,
            
            anoint the head of the rich man with the oil of adulation; who
            
            offer lulling praises to the hearing of prelates; who either shake
            
            from the coats of such men a fictitious dust, or pretend to pick
            
            a feather off a featherless garment. By the beggarly  means of
            
            praise they buy employment from the rich, on which the favor of
            
            fame spits indignantly. On gaining presents they laud, on acquiring
            
            gifts they flatter, on the possession of reward they publish fairspoken
            
            report. For if a torrent of generosity flashes  in the gift of
            
            a rich man, the flatterer is all poured out in the lavishness
            
            of his encomiums. But if the gift savors of sluggish and wintry
            
            avarice, the greedy sycophant grows cold in his praise and commendation
            
            of it. If expression for the gift seems to require applauding drums, the poet of blandishment swells up in a grandiose
            
            style of eulogy. But if the poverty of the gift begs plaudits
            
            from fame, he lessens the report of its worth by a more humble
            
            style; for it is when the size of the gift is eloquent that the
            
            flatterer vomits from the treasury of his heart hypocritical praises,
            
            insincere applause, easy perjuries. For though he whom the gift
            
            represents have been whelmed by such a tempest of ugliness that
            
            hardly the fragments of natural gifts are evident in him, yet
            
            the poems of flattery will talk vainly to him of the prerogative
            
            of beauty, will falsely say that the pygmean cells of his pusillanimous
            
            heart are palaces, will exalt the base shadows of dull avarice
            
            to the mountain-top of generosity, will feign that his low and
            
            plebeian stock has the majestic distinction of Caesarean nobility.
            
            What further? Though a plenitude of vices should take up their
            
            abode in a man, and he be not redeemed from his faults by any
            
            virtue, yet the mercenary dealer in flatteries, so long as the
            
            mediating gift comes to meet him, thinly colors the sight of the
            
            vices with the light tunic of commendation. On the other hand,
            
            though the noon-blaze of all beauty should brighten in another's
            
            countenance, though his tongue should be resplendent with the
            
            silvery pearls of eloquence, though the chamber of his mind should
            
            shine with the jewels of the virtues, yet if the artisan of blandishment
            
            does not expect the favor of a gift, he labors to mingle with
            
            the light of this great glory the darkness of deadly vices. What
            
            is the ointment of flattery, then, but a cozening for gifts? What
            
            is light commendation but the deception of prelates? What the
            
            approval of praise but the deriding of its very subjects? For
            
            though speech is usually the faithful interpreter of the thought,
            
            words accurate pictures of the soul, the countenance the sign of the will, the tongue the
            
            prophet of the mind, yet flatterers divorce the countenance from
            
            the will, the word from the soul the tongue from the mind, the
            
            speech from the thought, by a wide interval of separation. For
            
            many  applaud with outward, shining praise those whom they with
            
            internal mockery deride. And in the open they extol and commend
            
            many cordially, whom they in secret cheat with hostility and scorn.
            
            Externally they compliment with an innocent countenance; internally
            
            they pierce with scorpion's sting. Outwardly they rain down the
            
            honeyed showers of flattery ; inwardly they belch the sharp storms
            
            of detraction.'  
           Then I, restraining the swift course of her unpausing speech,
            
            said:  
           'I could wish that thou wouldst strengthen the fort of my mind
            
            against the furious armies of these vices by the bulwarks of thy
            
            teaching, which are founded on reason.'  
            
           METRE VIII.  
           Nec te gulosae Scylla voraginis mergat.  
           'To the end, she answered, 'that Scylla of the greedy whirlpool
            
            do not whelm thee in the deep night of self-indulgence, apply
            
            the curbs of moderation to thy palate, pay thy belly its due most
            
            temperately, let the path of thy throat taste the rain of Lyaecus,
            
            the draughts of Bacchus, soberly, drink but little, that the
            
            mouth may be thought to give a sort of kiss to the wine-god's
            
            cup. Let water break the pride of Lyaeus, streams temper the madness
            
            of Bacchus; let Thetis offer herself as a wife to Lyaeus, and
            
            the wife curb the tyranny of the husband. Let a common, simple, spare diet wear out the mutinies of the haughty flesh.
            
            That the despot who always exults in the flesh may drive thee
            
            the less, let quiet Cupid take his rest. Let the bridles of love
            
            be checked in thee and the sting of the flesh faint and be numb,
            
            and let the flesh thus become the handmaid of the spirit. Restrain
            
            thine eyes, and put bolts upon the door of thy vision, lest it
            
            hunt too unvirtuously beyond the reach of the light, and, like
            
            a scout, lay its booty before the mind. If the passion of greed
            
            intoxicates any, let them force it to depart from them, let ostentation
            
            note the wealth of the mind, the triumph of the mind let the neck
            
            of desire be bent and bowed,  nor even let the money linger in
            
            the shut moneybags and sleep inactive, free to no one, but let
            
            it rather keep watch as the guardian of honor, to be put by the
            
            rich man to use. If the time be at hand, if the place require,
            
            let the buried mass of wealth rise up, the money-bags cast up
            
            coins from their very depths. Let bounty serve honor in any way
            
            it can. If thou wishest to tread on the neck of pride, on swollen
            
            arrogance, on ostentation of the spirit, consider the burden of
            
            thy fleeting race, the toil of life, the close of death.'  
            
           PROSE VIII.  
           Cum in hanc spcecialis disciplinae semitam.  
           While Nature's discourse was proceeding along this particular
            
            path of instruction, behold, a man, appearing suddenly and to
            
            my amazement, having given no previous warning sign to our attention,
            
            showed his presence to our sight. He, for he seemed obedient to
            
            no law of age, now was young in the spring of youth, now his maturer face spoke of serious affairs, and now
            
            was seen to be ploughed by the furrows of old age. Just as he
            
            would alter through many degrees of changing age in face, so his
            
            doubtful [1] stature was now made short and insignificant; now
            
            his slight figure would be increased according to the scale of
            
            an equally balanced mean; now, growing up in bold height, he would
            
            rival the towering giants. In his face were evident no traces
            
            of feminine softness; the strength of manly dignity reigned there
            
            alone. It was neither flooded with the rains of tears, nor brightened
            
            with the pleasures of laughter, but, watched over by both in moderation,
            
            tended rather toward tears. His hair had gained a truce in fight,
            
            and confessed the industry of the skillful comb. Yet it lay arranged
            
            in manner seemly and proper, so that it should not stray into
            
            extravagant ornament, and be seen to fall to a feminine delicacy.
            
            And that the least cloud of hair should not hide his broad forehead,
            
            the fringes of his locks had known the biting shears. And his
            
            face also, as manly dignity demanded, did not vary at all from
            
            favor and beauty. His chin now would sprout the first down, now
            
            would be fringed with a longer beard, now would seem to run wild
            
            in an abundant fleece, and now the severity of a razor would reprove
            
            the growth's excess. Rings, gemmed with constellations of stones,
            
            shone on his hands with extraordinary splendor, and displayed
            
            a new sun. His garments appeared now to be common, of poor make
            
            and coarse substance, now to rejoice in the most skillful woof
            
            of fine material. On them ideal pictures told of the events of
            
            marriage, though the soot of time [2] had almost made the images
            
            fade. Yet  
           1. Reading staturam ancipitem, with Migne.  
           2, Reading vetustatis, with Migne.  
           nevertheless the eloquence of the picture spoke of what was woven
            
            therein-the holy faith of marriage, the peaceful unity of wedlock,
            
            the equal yoke of matrimony, the indissoluble bond of the wedded.
            
            For in the book of imagery it was obscurely told what festal exultation
            
            was wont to cheer the beginning of a nuptial, what solemn sweetness
            
            of melody was there, how the guests, single and united, applauded
            
            the marriage, what patrimony the sociable and jocund cithara established.
            
            Furthermore,[1] an ordered company  of men skilled in music honored
            
            his approach. But these same musicians showed among themselves
            
            the sorrow of their master, and enjoined silence upon their instruments.
            
            Thereupon the frames of the instruments, which dull silence had
            
            made tongueless, seemed to raise a groan. Then, when he had approached
            
            close to where Nature' stood, she, calling him by name, offered
            
            him a greeting and gave him a kiss. Then from the designation
            
            of his name and from the telling signs of other circumstances,
            
            I recognized him who had come as Hymen. Him Nature placed at her
            
            right hand, and granted him its honor.  
           While cheerful conversation was being enjoyed between Nature and
            
            Hymen, behold, with sudden appearance and unlooked-for coming,
            
            a virgin, the dawn of whose beauty charmed all things, was seen
            
            to approach on her course toward our presence. In her loveliness
            
            was evident such high and holy art that the finger of Nature,
            
            the finisher, had not failed in any particular. Her countenance
            
            borrowed no false or foreign color ; but the right hand of most
            
            powerful Nature had planted there, with marvelous grafting, the
            
            rose vying with the lily. Her eyes were  
           1. Placing a period after generalis, and reading quoque for quae, with Migne.  
          governed by simple modesty, and did not wanton in any impudent
            
            sally. Her lips, retentive of their freshness, seemed neither
            
            drained by pleasures nor to have felt the first kisses of passion.
            
            Yet one would think that her face, which flowed with tears, had
            
            suffered sorrow of shipwreck in the flood of weeping. A wreath
            
            of lilies, strung by a beautiful chain, smiled on her lovely head.
            
            Yet the whiteness of her swan-like hair scorned to ask for the
            
            radiance of the lilies, and gave out continually a rival lustre.
            
            Her garments, furthermore, would have silenced with their truer
            
            snows the arguments of the whiteness of the others, had not a
            
            picture, mingled with various colors, cheated them of their purity.
            
            For on her garments was seen interwoven, after the fancy of a
            
            picture, how the chastity of Hippolytus was defended opposed by
            
            a wall of constancy, and how it zealously and repelled a stepmother's
            
            lustful desires. There Daphne, lest the bolt and bar of her virginity
            
            should be broken through, put to rout the enticements of Phoebus
            
            by flight. There Lucretia set off the loss of violated chastity
            
            by the gain of death. There, in the mirror of the picture, I could
            
            catch sight of Penelope, mirror of purity. And, to include the
            
            picture's many eloquent but subtle touches in a brief way of speaking,
            
            it had been careful not to cheat any daughter of chastity of her
            
            meed of praise. A noble seal of gold, studded by a starry multitude
            
            of jasper stones, shone like day on the right hand of the virgin.
            
            On her left hand sat a turtle-dove, which in the manner of elegiac
            
            song tuned the cithara of its voice to sorrowful moans. A band
            
            of young girls, none of whom seemed to have wantoned in the wrestling-ground
            
            of love,  clung to her footsteps, to comfort her journey and do
            
            her obedient service. When Nature had perceived her near and close at hand, she left her seat, and, coming to
            
            her with solemn approach, showed outwardly by her first salutation,
            
            by her welcoming kiss, and by the joining in embrace, the love
            
            for her in her mind. And when at the beginning of the salutation
            
            the name of this virgin shone forth, I recognized there the arrival
            
            of Chastity.  
           Now while Nature was welcoming her with glad conversation, behold
            
            , a matron, with moderate and measured gait, was seen to be directing
            
            her way toward us. Her stature was bound within the limits of
            
            the mean. Her age tended toward the noon-hour of life; yet in
            
            no respect did the noon hinder the dawn of beauty. The hoar-frost
            
            of old age was trying to scatter its snows on her hair. This she
            
            did not allow to play in free waves over her shoulders, but held
            
            its luxuriance in bounds. Her garments did not seem  to boast
            
            of the glory of fine material, nor to bewail their loss in being
            
            made of common stuff. Obedient to the canons of moderation, they
            
            neither escaped and strayed from the surface of the ground, cut
            
            short and curtailed in excessive brevity, nor did they clothe
            
            the face of the earth with needless length, but touched it with
            
            the brief taste of a kiss; for a girdle governed the fall of her
            
            tunic, and recalled irregularity to rule. A collar kept watch
            
            over the entrances to her bosom, and denied the hand admission.
            
            On her garments  a picture showed with faithful characters what
            
            circumscription ought to be in the words of man, what circumspectness
            
            in his deeds, what moderation in dress, what serenity in bearing,
            
            what bridling of the mouth in eating, what reproof of the throat
            
            in drink.  Her Nature recognized, though surrounded by few attendants,
            
            and hastened to meet and welcome her, showing the full measure
            
            of her love by the warm greeting with which she began, and by concluding with manifold
            
            kisses. The clear expression of her right name told of the gracious
            
            arrival of Temperance.  
           And while Nature was receiving the presence of Temperance with
            
            the gift of a friendly salutation, behold, a woman, the daylight
            
            of whose beauty, when presented, threw continually on the glory
            
            of the actual day the splendor of a brighter countenance, was
            
            seen hurrying her quick course and bending her direct approach
            
            toward us. Her stature had scorned the poverty of human stature
            
            in its growth, and exceeded it in unusual degree. Her head did
            
            not bow humbly to the ground or bear a face cast down, but, with
            
            neck straight, fixed its gaze on things above, and kept the shaft
            
            of its vision for the heights. Nature had finished her appearance
            
            with such careful perfection that she could admire in it her own
            
            diligence as a maker. A diadem, which did not redeem property
            
            of material by pre-eminence of workmanship, or atone for meanness
            
            of workmanship by fineness of material, but which showed in both
            
            a supreme monarchy without the pain of that absolute state, glowed
            
            on her head. Yet her golden hair, more flaming and  with lovelier
            
            fire, seemed to afford a seat to the golden diadem indignantly.
            
            Not cut short by industrious scissors, nor collected into companies
            
            of locks, it wantoned in freer wandering, and, crossing the limits
            
            of the shoulders was seen to condescend to the poor estate of
            
            earth. Her arms were not bound to a scant shortness, but, extending
            
            in ample length. seemed not destined to shrink , but rather to
            
            increase further. Her hands, which did not turn back in any hollow
            
            curve, but which lay open, ample and broad, cared for the offices
            
            of giving. Her garments, which had their substance of golden-
            
            and- silken threads joined in the kiss of the web-such that the fineness of the workmanship was
            
            inferior [1]' to the richness of the material ,-rejoiced in such
            
            evidences of art that you would think that a hand, not of earth,
            
            but from very heaven, had toiled at their making. On them an imaginative
            
            but- lifelike picture condemned, by reproach and anathema with
            
            its art's deceptive illusion, those men who toil in the notorious
            
            sin of avarice. It seemed, moreover, to honor the sons of generosity
            
            by the praise of fame, and to make them sharers in the grace of
            
            her benediction. While this woman, closely accompanied by three
            
            attendants,  pressed  on in her haste to approach, behold, Nature
            
            ran quickly to meet her and welcomed her coming, and, dividing
            
            her kiss with a salutation, closed her salutation with a kiss.
            
            And while the singular distinction of her beauty, the elegance
            
            of her unusual apparel, the individuality of her bearing, were
            
            speaking openly of the arrival of Generosity, the sound of her
            
            name in the salutation took [2] the credibility of the matter
            
            away from the cloud of doubt.  
           Then while Nature was performing to Generosity the duties of salutation
            
            and friendly welcome, behold, a maiden of slow and somewhat sadder
            
            step, calmer in the peace of her dove-like countenance, and lowlier
            
            in her small and slender figure, encouraged herself to turn to
            
            us her gentle and measured  approach. Yet her grace and her beauty
            
            came to plead in behalf of [3] the slight stature. For these,
            
            acquired not by the mechanical deceits of human art, but gushing
            
            from the living fountain of nature, had breathed upon her whole
            
            body with the graces of loveliness. Her hair had been cut with
            
            such hungry scis-  
           1. B. has non degeneraret, was not inferior.  
           2. Emending excepi to excepit.  
           3. Reading venerat in patronum, with Migne.  
          sors, that, shortened in the fashion of the cutting, it had passed
            
            into a blemish. But some tresses which wandered and strayed irregularly,
            
            and were entangled with inextricable confusion, seemed to be at
            
            strife within themselves. Her head was cast down with  profound
            
            abasement, and humbly bowed toward the ground. Her garments, which
            
            did not fail from their native color through the addition of any
            
            foreign hue, excused the commonness their of their ordinary material
            
            by artistic workmanship. Here was read, written in the imaginative
            
            fancies of a picture, how in the list of virtues humility shines
            
            foremost, carrying the banner of excellence; how by the holy synod
            
            of the virtues pride is anathematized with the mark of excommunication,
            
            and condemned to banishment and uttermost destruction. To meet
            
            her, then, as she approached, Nature went with especial haste,
            
            and, as she sweetened the dish of her salutation with the spice
            
            of kisses, showed a face of deep affection. In the peculiar phrases
            
            of this distinguished personage was made clear the arrival of
            
            Humility.  
           Then while Hymen and these women were copying the appearance of
            
            profound sorrow from the face of Nature, and were striving to
            
            produce in lines of outward grief the feelings of inward pain,
            
            lo, Nature, anticipating their speech with speech, said:  
           `O lonely lamps in human darkness, morning stars of a setting
            
            world, scattered planks to those suffering shipwreck, solitary
            
            ports on earthly floods! I perceive, with a mature and deep-rooted
            
            understanding, what is [1] the reason for your coming together,
            
            what the occasion for your arrival, what the cause of your lamentation,
            
            what the source of your grief. For men who are fashioned only
            
            in the beauty of humanity,  
           1.  Reading sit, with Migne.  
          and who yet within are sunk into weak and bestial ugliness, and
            
            whom I grieve to have invested with the robe of manhood, are endeavoring
            
            to disinherit you from your patrimony of an earthly habitation,
            
            and are seizing all power on earth, and forcing you to repair
            
            to your celestial home. Since, then, my welfare is affected, since
            
            our party-wall is flaming with fire, I feel compassion for your
            
            suffering, sympathize in your grief, read my groans [1] in your
            
            groans [2] and find my loss in your adversity. Therefore, passing
            
            over nothing of what has happened, I will attain my own goal myself,
            
            and I will smite these men with vengeance answering to their sin,
            
            so far as I am able to extend the arm of my might. But since I
            
            cannot exceed the limit of my power, and it is not in my control
            
            to root out the poison of this pestilence completely, I will follow
            
            the measure of my ability, and brand the men who are caught in
            
            these crooked vices with the mark of anathema.  
           'But it is fitting to ask Genius, who assists me in the priestly
            
            office, to cast out, with the aiding presence of my judiciary
            
            power, with your assent and favoring help, and with the pastoral
            
            rod of excommunication, those men from the catalogue of the things
            
            of nature, from the bounds of my jurisdiction. Hymen, the highly
            
            proved, will be the executor of this mission. In him shine the
            
            stars of glittering eloquence, and in his possession is placed
            
            the armory of the examining council.'  
           Then they rose, and, resting from their tears and lament, bowed
            
            their heads in deep humility, and freely gave to Nature abundant
            
            signs of their gratitude due. And Hymen, who humbled himself on
            
            bended knee  
           1. Reading gemitum, with B. and Migne.  
           2. Reading gemitut, with B. and Migne.  
           in the immediate sight of Nature, declared himself obedient to
            
            the appointed mission. Then she marked and inscribed with a reed-pen
            
            a papyrus sheet with an epistolary composition of this sort:  
           `Nature, by the grace of God delegated protectress [1] of the
            
            worldly realm, to Genius, her other self, greeting, and a wish
            
            that in everything he be befriended by the favors of fair fortune!
            
            Since similarities rejoice in a scorn of things unlike them, and
            
            in the friendly appearance of things like them, I, who find in
            
            thee, as in the mirror of Nature, myself again in marked resemblance,
            
            am bound to thee by the knot of most ardent love, so that I am
            
            with thee in all -go things, advance in thy progress, or, in like
            
            measure, droop in thy failure. Therefore ought our love to be
            
            reciprocal, so that thou wouldest answer with equal affection,
            
            and make our fortunes one [2]. The evidence of evil committed
            
            tells thee fully, in the form of a loud wail, of the shipwreck
            
            of the human race. For thou seest how men debase the original
            
            dignity of their natures with bestial pleasures, and transgress
            
            humanity's privileged state, changing in their degenerate practices
            
            to beasts, and how, in following their [3] own desires in the
            
            pursuit of lust, going to shipwreck in the whirlpools of intemperance,
            
            seething in the heat of avarice, flying upon the false wings of
            
            pride, giving way to the bites of envy, gilding others with the
            
            hypocrisy of flattery, they fall far from their  natural and noble
            
            state. No one is ready with medicinal remedies for these vicious
            
            diseases. No one restrains the torrent of these crimes with a
            
            dyke of defense. No harbor checks unchangeably the flood tides
            
            of these evil deeds. Therefore the virtues, be-  
           1. Migne reads procreatrix.  
           2. Commencing a new sentence at patrati, with Migne.  
          ing wholly unable to bear the assault of such a hostile onset,
            
            have fled to us, as to a refuge of defense and a succor to their
            
            life. Since our common interests are thrown into confusion by
            
            the fierce attack, I entreat thee with prayers, enjoin thee by
            
            the virtue of obedience, both warn as I command, and command as
            
            I warn, that thou banish all deception and excuse, and hasten
            
            thy approach to us, and that with the aiding presence of myself
            
            and my women, thou sever the children of abomination from the
            
            holy communion of our congregation, and, in the due solemnity
            
            of thine office, smite them with the hard rod of excommunication.'  
           Thereupon she gave the letter, which had been sealed and marked
            
            with a signet, on which an artist's skill had graved the name
            
            and image of Nature, to her legate to deliver. Then Hymen, ending
            
            his acts of thanks with a graver countenance of joy, received
            
            his appointed embassy, and, rousing his companions from dull
            
            idleness, bade them take up their instruments of music, and, stirring
            
            them from dumb silence, summon them to the measures of harmonious
            
            melody. Then caressing their instruments in a few preludes, they
            
            struck out a sound of many notes in one, of quality unlike yet
            
            consonant, of manifold tone.  
            
           METRE IX.  
           Jam tuba terribili  bellum clangore salutans.  
           Now the trumpet's salute with terrible clang thundered war. telling
            
            of the kindred prologues to war, and marked the tumult with tumultuous
            
            bellowing. The horn tortured the air with unsubstantial wounds.
            
            Its wild, unruly voice knew not how to obey the numbers of music,
            
            and scorned to favor art, and music marveled at its lawless song. The clear, fair voice of the cithara,
            
            more sweetly than the others, offered the ear feasts of honeyed
            
            sound ; and, varying and adorning the character of its song, now
            
            feigned grief in its tone and gave rise to tears, now offered
            
            a deceptive mimicry of laughter. The lyre, which sings always
            
            like a nightingale with lovely song, though more sweetly alluring,
            
            and which gathers the first of sleep for the eyes, silenced the
            
            murmurs of the  unhappy mind.[1] The pipe, which keeps vigil by
            
            night like an active sentinel, atoned to watchers for their loss
            
            of sleep. It laughed in the ears, so that the stony hardness of
            
            the heart became like wax, [2] and the harshness of the unmoved
            
            mind was forced to melt and drive away its own severity. Drums,
            
            which came with dull sound, slowed the progress of this music
            
            and the keenness of the swift song. Yet was their resonance not
            
            without charm, if one struck these drums a stroke of gentle force,
            
            aroused them and tried them,  allied as they were in the deep
            
            volume [3] of their hollow air, with the touch of a friendly hand.
            
            The wind instruments made pleasant noise. joined and then divided,
            
            divided and then joined, was the uneven equality of their song,
            
            their harmonious discord, their varied unity, the concordant dissension
            
            of their voices. With common sound and beggarly voice rang the
            
            cymbals, the clamor of which never appeals to our ears, and which
            
            was hardly worthy to deserve the hearing of men. None was greater,
            
            better, or more agreeable than that which  by itself silenced
            
            these strains-the sweet song of the pentachord, whose echoes and
            
            sound [4] the common  
           1. Placing a period after mentis.  
           2. Reading per quam sit cerea cordis, with B.  
           3. Reading tractu, with B. and Migne.  
           4. Reading vocem, with Migne.  
          people who vie in song adore. While in rival tone it was thus
            
            contending with the cithara, there rose a pleasant sound, hidden
            
            in the honey of the psaltery and sweetened with its flavor bearing
            
            the slighter gifts of song. Sistra which asked the touch of a
            
            girlish hand, together with women's voices, like prophets of Mars
            
            and war, sang the wonders of such Music as had never been heard.  
            
           PROSE IX.  
           Igitur Hymenteo mysticae legationis mysteries indulgente.  
           Then while Hymen was employed in the secret rites of his mystic
            
            embassy, Nature, in a sorrowful speech of wretched complaint,
            
            reviewed the wrongs of those by whose violent and disgraceful
            
            acts the glory of her state had felt the full injury of deep loss.
            
            And here she censured with the stings of reproof, more sharply
            
            than the others, one who, more rudely than the rest, had taken
            
            pains to dishonor the orderly being of Nature. Although Fortune
            
            smiled upon him with high favor, and though the gift-nay the gifts-of
            
            knowledge were joined to him, and though Magnanimity brought him
            
            up, and Generosity taught him, yet because the whole mass works
            
            with a little sour leaven, the fall of one virtue was obscuring
            
            entirely the rise of the other virtues, the eclipse of one good
            
            quality was forcing the stars of the other good qualities to die
            
            away in dark retreat. Now when Generosity saw this censure aimed
            
            at her foster-child, she did not dare to adorn his faults with
            
            the cloak of a defense, but, with low bending of her humbled head,
            
            sought the relief of tears.  
          But Nature, who considered what the bowing of the head and the
            
            flow of tears stood for, spoke to [1] Generosity gracious words,
            
            saying:  
           'O virgin, in the building of whose excellence the human race
            
            enters into the habitation of the virtues, through whom men attain
            
            the rewards of kindness and favor, through whom the ancient cycles
            
            of the golden age live again, through whom men bind themselves
            
            in the pact of warmest friendship, the eternal Being has begotten
            
            and produced with the everlasting kiss of His spirit, and has
            
            given me an own sister. Not only the natural tie of blood binds
            
            her to me. but the connection of pure love links us also. And
            
            because of this, thine even judgment does not allow thy will to
            
            wander from the consideration of my will. For such a union in
            
            symmetry, nay, a symmetry in unity, harmonizes our minds in firm
            
            peace, that not only is that union clothed in the express image
            
            of union, but even puts aside mere outward unity and tends towards
            
            the essence of identity. . And so a wrong to the one, which does
            
            not attack the other, assails neither; a temptation for one subdues
            
            neither, if it does not threaten the other. He, then, who tries
            
            to weaken my name and renown by the loud blasphemy of shameless
            
            deeds, tries in the persistence of his evil vexation to detract
            
            from thy glory. He who abuses the gifts of Nature in the waste
            
            of ungovemed prodigality is stripped of the gifts of Fortune as
            
            a penalty for his lawless extravagance. Thus does the prostituted
            
            fellowship of Prodigality falsely profess the honorableness of
            
            Generosity. Thus, too, a torrent of wealth is turned off into
            
            the desert of poverty, brilliance of wisdom errs and degenerates
            
            into folly, magnanimous strength is relaxed into reckless daring.  
           1. Emending Largitas to Largitatis.  
          Therefore I am wearied with surprise why, at a condemnation of
            
            him who tries more destructively than the others to ruin us, thou
            
            art not able to check the flood of tears.'  
           Then Generosity, drying and removing the river of tears from her
            
            countenance, raised again her bowed head to the skies and said:  
           "O first foundation of everything in nature! O special protection
            
            for all! O queen of the region of earth! O trusty agent of a principal
            
            above the heavens; who, acting under the authority of the eternal
            
            master, dost not disturb thy faithful administration with any
            
            disobedience; whom the whole world is bound by the demand of primal
            
            righteousness to obey! As strong affinity and close relationship
            
            require, the golden chain of love connects me to thee. He, then,
            
            who sells his nature to ruin and abomination, and assails thee
            
            with insult and fierce rebellion, rebels against me with equal
            
            insolence and rage. Although, deceived by the shadowy forms of
            
            credulity, he believes that he is serving among my train, and
            
            although men who are lured by the flashy appearance of Prodigality
            
            smell the footsteps of Generosity there, yet they are anathematized
            
            from our favor and friendship to long banishment. But, inasmuch
            
            as it is ours to sympathize and condole with warped and straying
            
            error, I cannot be unmoved at the fatal sin of his irrational
            
            will.'  
           While the meeting in speech of question and answer was going on
            
            between these women, behold, to the applause and festivity of
            
            instruments of music, and of strange and striking appearance,
            
            Genius came before us. His stature, which was duly limited by
            
            the canon of the mean, neither complained of subtraction and curtailment,
            
            nor grieved at addition and excess. His head was clothed with
            
            locks of hoary whiteness  
          and bore the marks of wintry age; yet his face was delicate with
            
            the smoothness of youth, and unfurrowed by any of the plow-marks
            
            of old age. His Lyarments, whose workmanship followed nature,
            
            seemed now to be in flames of purple, now to be bright. like hyacinth,
            
            now to burn with scarlet, now to be a clearer white than lawn,
            
            not knowing the want of any one. On them images of things lived
            
            momentarily, and as quickly vanished, so as to elude our scrutiny
            
            and perception. He carried in his right hand a reed of frail papyrus,
            
            which never rested from its occupation of writing; and in his
            
            left he bore an animal's skin from which a knife had cut and bared
            
            the shock of hair, and on this, by means of his compliant pen,
            
            he gave to images, which passed from the shadow of a  sketch to
            
            the truth of very being, the life of their kind. And when these
            
            slumbered in the death of deletion, others were called [1] to
            
            life in a new rising and birth. There Helen, half a goddess in
            
            her loveliness, the brilliancy of her beauty interposing for her,
            
            could be called beauty. There the lightning-flash of boldness
            
            ruled in Turnus, strength in Hercules. There rose a giant's height
            
            in Capaneus; in Ulysses played a fox-like shrewdness. There Cato
            
            was intoxicated with the golden nectar of virtuous sobriety; Plato
            
            shone with the sidereal splendor of genius. There the splendid
            
            tail of the peacock of Ciceronian eloquence glittered variously.
            
            There Aristotle involved his puzzling thoughts in concealing phrases.
            
            Then, after this serious drawing, the left hand came to the aid
            
            of the right, which had become tired with its work of constant
            
            delineation, as to the aid of a wearied sister, and assumed the
            
            office of designing, while the right hand took the writing surface.
            
            The  
           1. Reading revocabantur, with Migne.  
          left hand forsook the path of true representation with false and
            
            limping imagery, and created figures of things, or rather the
            
            shadowy ghosts of figures, with incomplete depiction. For there
            
            Thersites, clothed in the raggedness of disgrace, asked the expertness
            
            of a more skilled artist. There Paris was subdued by the voluptuousness
            
            of carnal love. There Sinon's weapons were the subterfuges of
            
            trick and concealment. There the verses of Ennius starved for
            
            beauty of thought, transgressed metrical art with unbridled license.
            
            There Pacuvius, who knew not how to order the course of a story,
            
            placed the beginning of his composition at the end.  
           Then Truth, who followed in attendance like the modest daughter
            
            of a father, assisted Genius in the skillful execution of the
            
            pictures, while he bent seriously over the work. Not by the common
            
            passion of Aphrodite had she been begotten, but she was sprung
            
            from the loving kiss alone of Nature and her son, when the Eternal
            
            Mind greeted matter, as it was considering the reflection of forms,
            
            and kissed it by the intermediate agency and intervention of an
            
            image. In her face was read the divinity of godlike beauty, which
            
            scorned our nature's mortality. Her raiment, glowing with the
            
            splendors of unwearied brilliancy, and eloquent of the hand of
            
            a heavenly maker, was uncorrupted by the moth of old age. It was
            
            joined to the virgin's body in such a close connection that no
            
            division ever separated them. Other garments, of unfamiliar nature,
            
            so to speak, supplementary to the former, now offered glimpses
            
            to our eyes, now stole from their gaze. Opposite stood Falsehood,
            
            hostile to Truth, and very watchful. Her countenance was clouded
            
            with the soot of dishonor I and confessed none of Nature's gifts,
            
            for old age had subjected it to hollow creases, and drawn it all together in folds. Her head was seen
            
            to be unclothed with covering hair. Nor did she compensate for
            
            the baldness by an enveloping robe; but an infinity of little
            
            patches, joined by a greater of threads, had composed a cloak
            
            for her secretly spying on the pictures of Truth, she rudely marred
            
            whatever Truth harmoniously formed.  
           Nature at this gave free reins to her approach, and was seen to
            
            go solemnly to a solemn meeting. And to Genius, as he hastened
            
            to meet her, she offered her lips, which were not stirred with
            
            the poison of any illicit passion, but which signified those embraces
            
            of the mystic love which show the harmony of spiritual affection.
            
            After the mutual rejoicing had been consummated in an end of satisfaction,
            
            Genius, with hand raised in request, enjoined silence, and, 175
            
            material of his voice into following this, coined the this form
            
            of speech:  
           `O Nature, I do not believe that without the divine breath of
            
            inspiration has that imperial edict gone out from thine even judgment,
            
            to the effect that all who try by abuse and neglect to reduce
            
            our laws to ruin should not rejoice in the high day of our festival,
            
            but should be smitten with the sword of anathema. And since this
            
            law and legitimate decree does not oppose the rule of justness,
            
            and since the  scales of thy careful judgment sit quiet on the
            
            balance tongue of my consideration, I hasten more quickly to strengthen
            
            the ruling of thine edict. For though my mind, which has been
            
            tormented by the odious vices of men, and which has traveled into
            
            the depth go of sorrow, is unacquainted with the paradise of gladness,
            
            yet the beginning of delight and joy smells sweetly in this, that
            
            I see thee striving with me toward the attainment of vengeance
            
            due. And it is not strange if in the harmonious union of our wills I find the music of concord,
            
            since one original thought and idea conforms us with each other,
            
            and has brought us into the same mind, since the official rank
            
            of one administration makes us alike, and since hypocritical love
            
            does not join our minds with the hand of shallow affection, but
            
            the virtue of pure love dwells in the inner secret places of our
            
            souls.'  
           While Genius was limiting the course of his speech to these few
            
            words, Nature drew aside a little the shadows of sorrow with what
            
            was like the rising dawn of an exclamation, and, though with the
            
            honor of her position preserved, showed to Genius her proper gratitude.
            
            Then Genius, after laying aside his common garment, and being
            
            adorned more honorably with 210the higher ornaments of the sacerdotal
            
            vestment, called out from the secret places of his mind the order
            
            of excommunication referred to, under this form of words, and
            
            proceeding in this way of speech:  
           'By the authority of the Absolute Being and of  His eternal thought,
            
            and with the approbation of the celestial soldiery, and the agreement
            
            of Nature and the assisting ministry of the attendant virtues
            
            beside, let him be separated from the kiss of heavenly love, as
            
            the desert of ingratitude demands, let him be degraded from the
            
            favor of Nature, let him be isolated from the harmonious assembly
            
            of the things of Nature, whoever turns awry the lawful course
            
            of love, or is often shipwrecked in gluttony, or swallows greedily
            
            the delirium of drunkenness, or thirsts in the fire of  avarice,
            
            or ascends the shadowy pinnacle of insolent pride, or suffers
            
            the deep-seated destruction of envy, or keeps company with the
            
            false love of flattery. Let him who makes an irregular exception
            
            to the rule of love be deprived of the sign of love. Let him who is deep in the abyss of gluttony be chastised  by shamefaced
            
            beggary. Let him who sleeps in the Lethean stream of drunkenness
            
            be tormented with the fires of perpetual thirst. Let him in whom
            
            burns the passion to possess incur the continual needs of poverty.
            
            Let him who, exalted on the precipice of pride, throws out a spirit
            
            of arrogance, fall ingloriously into the valley of dejected humility.
            
            Let him who envies and gnaws like the, moth of detraction at the
            
            riches of another's happiness first find himself an enemy to himself.
            
            Let him who hunts gifts from the rich by the hypocrisy of flattery
            
            be cheated by a reward of deceptive worth.'  
           After Genius, in the utterance of this anathema, had made an end
            
            to his speech, the assembly of the women approved of the curse
            
            with quick word of ratification, and confirmed his edict. Then
            
            the lights of the tapers in their hands became drowsy, sank to
            
            the earth with a scorn of extinction, and seemed to be fallen
            
            asleep. With the mirror of this visionary sight taken away, the
            
            previous view of the mystic apparition left me, who had been fired
            
            by ecstasy, in sleep.  
           Wright appends the sentence, Explicit Alani Minime Capellae,
            
            de Conquestu seu Planctu Naturae. This is omitted in Migne's Patrologia.  
           
           Alain of Lille [Alanus de lnsulis], d. 1202., The Complaint of Nature., Yale studies in English, v. 36 (1908), translation of De planctu natura by Douglas M. Moffat, [Reprinted 1972 as an Archon Book by The Shoe String Press, Inc., Hamden, Connecticut]          
           
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