The Consolation of Philosophy
Boethius (480–524)
De consolatione philosophiae
First published 524
Boethius's prison dialogue with Lady Philosophy on fortune, happiness, providence, freedom, and divine foreknowledge.
Book 1
Meter I: Meter 1
Prose I: Prose 1
Meter II: Meter 2
Prose II: Prose 2
Meter III: Meter 3
Prose III: Prose 3
Meter IV: Meter 4
Prose IV: Prose 4
Meter V: Meter 5
Prose V: Prose 5
Meter VI: Meter 6
Prose VI: Prose 6
Meter VII: Meter 7
Book 2
Prose I: Prose 1
Meter I: Meter 1
Prose II: Prose 2
Meter II: Meter 2
Prose III: Prose 3
Meter III: Meter 3
Prose IV: Prose 4
Meter IV: Meter 4
Prose V: Prose 5
Meter V: Meter 5
Prose VI: Prose 6
Meter VI: Meter 6
Prose VII: Prose 7
Meter VII: Meter 7
Prose VIII: Prose 8
Meter VIII: Meter 8
Book 3
Prose I: Prose 1
Meter I: Meter 1
Prose II: Prose 2
Meter II: Meter 2
Prose III: Prose 3
Meter III: Meter 3
Prose IV: Prose 4
Meter IV: Meter 4
Prose V: Prose 5
Meter V: Meter 5
Prose VI: Prose 6
Meter VI: Meter 6
Prose VII: Prose 7
Meter VII: Meter 7
Prose VIII: Prose 8
Meter VIII: Meter 8
Prose IX: Prose 9
Meter IX: Meter 9
Prose X: Prose 10
Meter X: Meter 10
Prose XI: Prose 11
Meter XI: Meter 11
Prose XII: Prose 12
Meter XII: Meter 12
Book 4
Prose I: Prose 1
Meter I: Meter 1
Prose II: Prose 2
Meter II: Meter 2
Prose III: Prose 3
Meter III: Meter 3
Prose IV: Prose 4
Meter IV: Meter 4
Prose V: Prose 5
Meter V: Meter 5
Prose VI: Prose 6
Meter VI: Meter 6
Prose VII: Prose 7
Meter VII: Meter 7
Revengeful Atreus' son did ten whole years employ
In wars, till he his brother's loss repaid with ransacked Troy.
He setting forth the fleet of Greece upon the seas,
And knowing well that only blood the angry winds would please,
Forgot a father's part, and with his cruel knife
Unto the gods did sacrifice his dearest daughter's life.
Ulysses wailed the loss of his most faithful men,
Whom Polyphemus did devour enclosed in his den
But when his hands by sleight had made the Cyclops blind,
Most pleasant joy instead of former tears possessed his mind.
Hercules famous is for his laborious toil,
Who tamed the Centaurs and did take the dreadful lion's spoil.
He the Stymphalian birds with piercing arrows strook,
And from the watchful dragon's care the golden apples took.1
He in a threefold chain the hellish porter led,
And with their cruel master's flesh the savage horses fed.
He did th' increasing heads of poisonous Hydra burn,
And breaking Achelous' horns, did make him back return.2*
He on the Libyan sands did proud Antaeus kill,
And with the mighty Cacus' blood Euander's wrath fulfil.
That world-uplifting back the boar's white foam did fleck.
To hold on high the sphere of heaven with never bending neck
Of all his many toils the last was, and most hard,
And for this last and greatest toil the heaven was his reward.
You gallant men pursue this way of high renown,
Why yield you? Overcome the earth, and you the stars shall crown,"