Wherefore, over those who die men of good sense ought not to be carried away
by sorrow beyond the natural and moderate limit of grief, which so affects
the soul, into useless and barbarian
[p. 175] mourning, and they
ought not to wait for that outcome which has already been the lot of many in
the past, the result of which is that they terminate their own lives in
misery before they have put off their mourning, and gain nothing but a
forlorn burial in their garments of sorrow, as their woes and the ills born
of their unreasonableness follow them to the grave, so that one might utter
over them the verse of Homer :
1 While they were weeping
and wailing black darkness descended upon them.
We should therefore often hold converse with ourselves after this fashion and
say : ‘What ? Shall we some day cease grieving, or shall we consort
with unceasing misery to the very end of our life ?’ For to
regard our mourning as unending is the mark of the most extreme foolishness,
especially when we observe how those who have been in the deepest grief and
greatest mourning often become most cheerful under the influence of time,
and at the very tombs where they gave violent expression to their grief by
wailing and beating their breasts, they arrange most elaborate banquets with
musicians and all the other forms of diversion. It is accordingly the mark
of a madman thus to assume that he shall keep his mourning permanently. If,
however, men should reason that mourning will come to an end after some
particular event, they might go on and reason that it will come to an end
when time, forsooth, has produced some effect ; for not even God can undo
what has been done. So, then, that which in the present instance has come to
pass contrary to our expectation and contrary to our opinion has only
demonstrated what is wont, through
[p. 177] the very course of
events, to happen in the case of many men. What then ? Are we unable,
through reason, to learn this fact and draw the conclusion, that
Full is the earth now of evils, and full of them too
is the ocean,2
and also this :
Such woes of woes for mortal men, And round about the Fates throng
close; There is no vacant pathway for the air ?3