Subsection 6 Poverty and Want as Causes of Melancholy
SUBSECTION 6
Poverty and want as causes of melancholy
Poverty and want are such violent assailants, such unwelcome guests, so detested by everyone, that I must discuss them separately. Poverty, properly considered by a wise, discerning, truly regenerate and contented person, is “God’s gift”: a blessed condition, the way to heaven, as Chrysostom calls it, God’s gift, the mother of modesty, and much to be preferred to wealth, as will be shown in its proper place. Yet in the world’s judgement it is a most hateful condition, vile and base, a severe torture, “the greatest crime,” a most intolerable burden.
We all shun it, “worse than a dog or a snake”; we detest its very name. “Poverty is shunned and arraigned throughout the world”: it is regarded as the source of every other misery, care, sorrow, toil and grievance.
To escape it we will undertake any labour: “the merchant runs to the farthest Indians.” We will leave no harbour, coast or creek in the world unexplored, even at the risk of our lives. We will dive to the sea’s bottom and into the earth’s bowels, five, six, seven, eight or nine hundred fathoms deep, travel through all five zones and both extremes of heat and cold. We will become parasites and slaves, sell ourselves, swear and lie, damn our bodies and souls, forsake God, renounce religion, steal, rob and murder rather than endure this unbearable yoke of poverty, which so tyrannises over us, torments us and weighs us all down.
Look at the world, and you will see people valued mostly according to their means, and considered happy in proportion to their wealth: “Everywhere each person was worth as much as he possessed.” If a man is likely to prosper and is on the way to advancement, who matters but him?
In common opinion, if a man is wealthy, it does not matter how he acquired it, who his parents were, what abilities he has, what virtues he possesses or what villainies he inclines to. Let him be a procurer, a miser, a usurer, a villain, a pagan, a barbarian, a wretch, Lucian’s tyrant, whom it is less safe to look at than the sun: provided he is rich—and generous too—he will be honoured, admired, adored, revered and highly praised.
“The rich man is respected because of his possessions,” Ecclesiasticus 10:31. He will be befriended, for “riches gather many friends,” Proverbs 19:4; “he will count many friends.” All happiness ebbs and flows with his money. He will be considered a gracious lord, a Maecenas, a benefactor, a wise, judicious, handsome, brave and fortunate man of noble spirit; “Jupiter’s chick, the son of a white hen”: a promising man, a good man, a virtuous and honest man.
“When I called you Juno’s boy, your mother’s truly golden child,” as Cicero said of Octavian when he had been adopted by Caesar and was heir apparent to so great a monarchy: he was a golden child. Every honour, office, acclamation, grand title and inflated epithet is bestowed upon him; “everyone said every good thing.” Everyone’s eyes are on him: God bless his worship, his honour! Everyone speaks well of him, gives him gifts, seeks him out and petitions him for love, favour and protection, to serve him and belong to his household. Everyone rises to honour him, as they did for Themistocles at the Olympic Games. If he speaks, they say, as they did of Herod, “the voice of a god, not of a man”: the voice of God, not of man.
All the Graces, the charms of Venus, pleasures and refinements attend him. Golden Fortune accompanies him and lodges with him, placed in his chamber as she was in those Roman emperors’ chambers.
Let him sail on a favourable breeze,
And shape his fortune as he pleases.
He may sail wherever he wishes and manage his affairs as he pleases. Merry days, splendour and magnificence, sweet music, delicate food, the good things and abundance of the land, fine clothes, rich dress, soft beds and down pillows are all at his command. The whole world works for him; thousands of craftsmen are his slaves, to toil for him, run, ride and hurry on his errands.
Clergymen—for “the Pythia takes Philip’s side”—lawyers, physicians, philosophers and scholars belong to him, wholly devoted to his service. Everyone wants to know him, be related to him or marry into his family, though he be a fool, a ninny, a monster or a simpleton. “Let him marry Danaë,” whenever and whomever he wishes; “the king and queen desire him as a son-in-law.” He is an excellent match for my son, daughter, niece and so on.
“Whatever he treads on will become a rose.” Let him go where he wishes: trumpets sound, bells ring and so on. Every happiness attends him, everyone is ready to entertain him, and wherever he goes he dines in Apollo. What preparations are made for his reception! Fish and fowl, spices and perfumes, everything sea and land can supply. What cooking, masques and merriment to cheer him!
“Give it to Trebius; set it before Trebius. Brother, would you like
Some of those choice cuts?” What dish would your worship like?
Sweet fruit,
And whatever bounty your cultivated farm will yield you,
Let the rich man taste before the household god, for he is more revered.
Sweet apples, and whatever your fields afford,
Before your gods are served, let them serve your lord.