Member 3 Against Poverty and Want and Other Such Adversities
The Israelites drank water in the wilderness; so did Samson, David, Saul, Abraham’s servant when he went to find Isaac a wife, and the Samaritan woman. How many others I could list! Egypt, Palestine, whole countries in the Indies, where people drink plain water all their lives. The Persian kings themselves drank nothing but water from the Choaspes, which flows past Susa; it was carried after them in bottles wherever they went.
Jacob asked God for nothing more than bread to eat and clothes to wear on his journey, Genesis 28:20. “Well is it with the man to whom God has offered enough with a sparing hand.” Bread is enough “to strengthen the heart.” And if you study philosophy rightly, says Maudarensis, whatever exceeds this measure is a burden rather than a benefit.
Gellius, quoting Euripides, reckons bread and water enough to satisfy nature: there is no surfeit of these; everything else is extravagance, not a feast. Saint Jerome considers a man rich if he has bread to eat, and powerful if he is not forced to be a slave. Hunger has no ambition, provided it has food, and thirst does not prefer a golden cup.
It was no indulgent saying for an Epicurean: “He who is not satisfied with a little will never have enough.” And the speaker in the poet gives excellent advice: “My son, moderate means suit men best; too much is ruinous.”
Great riches for a man consist in living frugally,
With an untroubled mind.
If you can be content, you have abundance: “There is nothing; nothing is lacking.” You have little and lack nothing. It is all the same whether you are hanged with a golden chain or a rope, whether you fill yourself with delicacies or coarse food.
If your belly, your side, and your feet are well,
A king’s riches can add nothing greater.
If belly, sides, and feet are comfortable,
A prince’s treasure can give you no greater pleasure.
Socrates, seeing so many things bought and sold at a fair, and such a multitude gathered for that purpose, immediately exclaimed, “O gods, what a host of things I do not need!” Your lack of possessions alone keeps you healthy in body and mind. What you persecute and abhor as a deadly plague is your physician and dearest friend, making you a good man—healthy, sound, virtuous, upright, and happy.
For when Virtue came down from heaven, as the poet imagines, rich men kicked her about, wicked men abhorred her, courtiers mocked her, and city men hated her. Driven out of doors everywhere, she came at last to her sister Poverty, where she found a kindly welcome. Poverty and Virtue dwell together.
O safe resources of a poor man’s life,
And narrow home! O gifts of the gods
Not yet understood!
How happy you are, if only you could be content! “Godliness is great gain, if a man can be content with what he has,” 1 Timothy 6:6. All true happiness lies in a moderate condition. I have a little wealth, as he said, “but the mind makes it great”: a kingdom in my estimation.
I wish for nothing more,
Son of Maia, except that you make these gifts securely mine.
I have enough and want no more.
The gods did well in making me
Of a poor and humble spirit.
It is very well, and I am content. “I approve of clothes and fortune that fit, rather than hang loose.” Let my fortune and my clothes alike fit me. Sebastian Foscarinus, formerly Duke of Venice, had this engraved on his tomb in Saint Mark’s Church: “Listen, Venetians, and I will tell you the best thing in the world: to despise it.” I will engrave that in my heart; despising the world will be my whole concern.
Let them take wealth—“let dung love dung”—provided I may have peace of mind. “He who has lived in obscurity has lived well.” Though I live unknown, I live cleanly and honestly; when the lofty oak is blown down, the frail reed may stand. Let them take glory, for that is their misery; let them take honour, provided I may have peace at heart.
“Lead me, O Jupiter, and you, Fate,” and so on. Lead me, O God, wherever you will; I am ready to follow. Command, and I will obey. I do not envy their wealth, titles, or offices.
Let whoever wishes stand powerful
On the slippery summit of the court;
Let sweet repose satisfy me.
Let me live quietly and at ease. “Perhaps we shall still be when they are no more,” as he comforted himself: when they are dead and gone and all their splendour has vanished, our memory may flourish.
The everlasting Muses bestow
Pedigrees that will not perish.
Let him be my lord, patron, baron, earl, and possess all those splendid castles. It is enough for me to have a humble house, a little wood, and a well beside it, and so on.
I comfort myself that I shall live more pleasantly this way
Than if my grandfather, father, and uncle had been quaestors.
I live as merrily as he does, thank God, and rejoice in my humble condition as much as if my father and uncle had been Lord Treasurer or Lord Mayor. He eats many dishes; I eat one. “He who cares for Christ cares little how costly the food is from which he makes his excrement.” What do I care what my excrement is made from?