The Consolation of Philosophy

1 The Consolation of Philosophy Boethius TRANSLATED BY JAMES A ROMAN ROADS ETEXT ROMAN ROADS MEDIA Classical education, from a Christian perspective, created for the homeschool. Roman Roads combines its technical expertise with the experience of established authorities in the field of classical education to create quality video courses and resources tailored to the homeschooler. Just as the first century roads of the Roman Empire were the physical means by which the early church spread the gospel far and wide, so Roman Roads Media uses today s technology to bring timeless truth, goodness, and beauty into your home.

2 By combining excellent instruction augmented with visual aids and examples, we help inspire in your children a lifelong love of learning. The Consolation of Philosophy by Boethius translated by H. R. James This text was designed to accompany Roman Roads Media's 4-year video course Old Western Culture: A Christian Approach to the Great Books. For more information visit: Other video courses by Roman Roads Media include: Grammar of Poetry featuring Matt Whitling Introductory Logic taught by James Nance Intermediate Logic taught by James Nance Copyright 2015 by Roman Roads Media, LLC Roman Roads Media 739 S Hayes St, Moscow, Idaho 83843 A ROMAN ROADS ETEXT TABLE OF CONTENTS Book I Page 1 Song I.

3 Boethius Complaint. Page 1 Song II. His Despondency. Page 4 Song III. The Mists Dispelled. Page 5 Song IV. Nothing can subdue Virtue. Page 7 Song V. Boethius Prayer Page 13 Song VI. All Things have their Needful Order Page 16 Song VII. The Perturbations of Passion Page 19 Book II. The Vanity of Fortune s Gifts. Page 20 Song I. Fortune s Malice. Page 22 Song II. Man s Covetousness. Page 24 Song III. All Passes. Page 26 Song IV. The Golden Mean. Page 29 Song V. The Former Age. Page 33 Song VI.

4 Nero s Infamy. Page 36 Song VII. Glory may not last. Page 39 Song VIII. Love is Lord of all. Page 41 Book III. True Happiness and False. Page 42 Song I. The Thorns of Error. Page 43 Song II. The Bent of Nature. Page 45 Song III. The Insatiableness of Avarice. Page 50 Song IV. Disgrace of Honours conferred by a Tyrant. Page 52 Song V. Self Mastery. Page 53 Song VI. True Nobility. Page 55 Song VII. Pleasure s Sting. Page 56 Song VIII. Human Folly. Page 57 A ROMAN ROADS ETEXT Song IX. Invocation.

5 Page 63 Song X. The True Light. Page 70 Song XI. Reminiscence Page 75 Song XII. Orpheus and Eurydice. Page 81 Book IV. Good and Ill Fortune. Page 84 Song I. The Soul s Flight. Page 85 Song II. The Bondage of Passion. Page 92 Song III. Circe s Cup. Page 94 Song IV. The Unreasonableness of Hatred. Page 102 Song V. Wonder and Ignorance. Page 104 Song VI. The Universal Aim. Page 111 Song VII. The Hero s Path. Page 116 Book V. Free Will and God s Foreknowledge. Page 117 Song I. Chance. Page 119 Song II.

6 The True Sun. Page 121 Song III. Truth s Paradoxes. Page 125 Song IV. A Psychological Fallacy. Page 129 Song V. The Upward Look. Page 133 Consolation of Philosophy Boethius TRANSLATED BY JAMES BOOK I. THE SORROWS OF BOETHIUS. Song I. Boethius Complaint. Who wrought my studious numbers Smoothly once in happier days, Now perforce in tears and sadness Learn a mournful strain to raise. Lo, the Muses, grief-dishevelled, Guide my pen and voice my woe; Down their cheeks unfeigned the tear drops To my sad complainings flow!

7 These alone in danger's hour Faithful found, have dared attend On the footsteps of the exile To his lonely journey's end. These that were the pride and pleasure Of my youth and high estate Still remain the only solace Of the old man's mournful fate. Old? Ah yes; swift, ere I knew it, By these sorrows on me pressed Age hath come; lo, Grief hath bid me A ROMAN ROADS ETEXT 2 Wear the garb that fits her best. O'er my head untimely sprinkled These white hairs my woes proclaim, And the skin hangs loose and shrivelled On this sorrow-shrunken frame.

8 Blest is death that intervenes not In the sweet, sweet years of peace, But unto the broken-hearted, When they call him, brings release! Yet Death passes by the wretched, Shuts his ear and slumbers deep; Will not heed the cry of anguish, Will not close the eyes that weep. For, while yet inconstant Fortune Poured her gifts and all was bright, Death's dark hour had all but whelmed me In the gloom of endless night. Now, because misfortune's shadow Hath o'erclouded that false face, Cruel Life still halts and lingers, Though I loathe his weary race.

9 Friends, why did ye once so lightly Vaunt me happy among men? Surely he who so hath fallen Was not firmly founded then. BOETHIUS: Consolation OF Philosophy 3 I. While I was thus mutely pondering within myself, and recording my sorrowful complainings with my pen, it seemed to me that there appeared above my head a woman of a countenance exceeding venerable. Her eyes were bright as fire, and of a more than human keenness; her complexion was lively, her vigour showed no trace of enfeeblement; and yet her years were right full, and she plainly seemed not of our age and time.

10 Her stature was difficult to judge. At one moment it exceeded not the common height, at another her forehead seemed to strike the sky; and whenever she raised her head higher, she began to pierce within the very heavens, and to baffle the eyes of them that looked upon her. Her garments were of an imperishable fabric, wrought with the finest threads and of the most delicate workmanship; and these, as her own lips afterwards assured me, she had herself woven with her own hands. The beauty of this vesture had been somewhat tarnished by age and neglect, and wore that dingy look which marble contracts from exposure.