Building upon many years of privately shared thoughts on the real benefits of Stoic Philosophy, Liam Milburn eventually published a selection of Stoic passages that had helped him to live well. They were accompanied by some of his own personal reflections. This blog hopes to continue his mission of encouraging the wisdom of Stoicism in the exercise of everyday life. All the reflections are taken from his notes, from late 1992 to early 2017.
The Death of Marcus Aurelius
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Dhammapada 86
But those who, when the law has been well preached to them, follow the law, will pass across the dominion of death, however difficult to overcome.
IMAGE: Tibetan Bhavacakra, The Wheel of Life
Seneca, On Peace of Mind 17.1
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Ellis Walker, Epictetus in Poetical Paraphrase 3
III.
If then thou shouldst suppose those thing are free,
Whose nature is condemn'd to slavery;
Shouldst thou suppose, what is not thine, thy own,
'Twill cost thee many a sigh, and many a groan;
Many a disappointment wilt thou find
Abortive hopes, and a distracted mind,
And oft accuse, nay, curse, both gods and men,
And lay thy own rash foolish fault on them.
But if, what's truly thine, thou truly know,
Not judging that thine own, that is not so,
None shall compell thee, none an hindrance be,
No sorrow shalt thou know, no enemy;
None shall thy body hurt, or name abuse,
Noe shalt thou blame in anger, none accuse,
Nor shalt thou poorly be oblig'd to do,
What thy great soul doth not consent unto.
Epictetus, Golden Sayings 128
What, did Diogenes love no man, he that was so gentle, so true a friend to men as cheerfully to endure such bodily hardships for the common weal of all mankind?
But how loved he them? As behoved a minister of the Supreme God, alike caring for men and subject unto God.
IMAGE: Maurice Quentin de la Tour, Diogenes (18th century)
Musonius Rufus, Lectures 16.9
Monday, September 28, 2020
Ellis Walker, Epictetus in Poetical Paraphrase 2
II.
Those actions which are purely ours are free
By nature such, as cannot hinder'd be,
Above the stroke of chance or destiny.
But those, o'er which our pow'r does bear no sway
Are poor, another's, servile, and obey
The hind'rance of each rub, that stops the way.
Aesop's Fables 28
The Dog and the Wolf
A gaunt Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to meet a House-dog who was passing by.
"Ah, Cousin," said the Dog, "I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly given to you?"
"I would have no objection," said the Wolf, "if I could only get a place."
"I will easily arrange that for you," said the Dog; "come with me to my master and you shall share my work."
So the Wolf and the Dog went towards the town together. On the way there the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain part of the Dog's neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that had come about.
"Oh, it is nothing," said the Dog. "That is only the place where the collar is put on at night to keep me chained up; it chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it."
"Is that all?" said the Wolf. "Then good-bye to you, Master Dog.
"Better starve free than be a fat slave."
Musonius Rufus, Lectures 16.8
Sunday, September 27, 2020
Ellis Walker, Epictetus in Poetical Paraphrase 1
A number of years ago, I stumbled across a folder stuffed with some fading and tattered photocopies, sloppily stapled together, and the only reason I didn't toss them out was that someone had written the name "Epictetus" in big magic marker letters on the first page.
I have no idea how I acquired that bundle, but it turned out to be something rather interesting. It was a collection of poems, written by a fellow named Ellis Walker, back in the late 17th century. I had unearthed nothing less than a wonderful summary of The Handbook by Epictetus, written in verse.
For a geek like me, it made my day.
I immediately looked up all I could about the author, but I found very little. I can only suspect the gentleman might have been a Jacobite, which is very much to my liking, and that perhaps his love of Stoicism came from dealing with his own plight. Maybe my romantic imagination, however, is just running away with me.
I did find this dedication from another edition:
To my Honoured Uncle
Mr. Samuel Walker of York.
When I fled to you for shelter, at the breaking out of the present
troubles in Ireland, I took Epictetus for my companion; and found that
both I, and my friend were welcome. You were then pleas'd to express an
high esteem for the author, as he very well deserves it: you prais'd his
notions as great, noble, and sublime, and much exceeding the pitch of
other thinkers. You may remember, I then told you, that as they seem'd
such to me, so I thought they would very well take a poetical dress: you
said the attempt was bold, but withal wish'd it well done. I, hurry'd
on with zeal for an author belov'd by you, and admired by all, have made
the essay a grateful diversion to me, though perhaps I may have pleas'd
you better in admiring the author, than in translating him. However
having attempted it, to whom should I dedicate my endeavours but to you,
whose goodness gave me so kind a reception, whose bounty relieved me in
an undone condition, and afforded me the leisure and opportunity to
shew my desire of pleasing you, if such a trifle as this can any way
pretend to please. Epistles of this kind are for the most part tokens
of gratitude; I know no one in the world, to whom I am so much oblig'd
as I am to you, and I make it my request, that you will accept of this,
as an hearty and thankful acknowledgement, from
Your most humble Servant,
and affectionate nephew
Ellis Walker.
One will occasionally run across old copies of the text in odd places, and sadly that's the end of it. I was fascinated.
This is hardly refined poetry or high art, but it has a pleasant and comforting style to it, rather folksy and sincere. I will find myself reading it again whenever I think fondly of England, and it goes well with a bottle of Newcastle ale and a record by Vaughan Williams.
—7/2009
These 78 poems have now been added into the Stoic Breviary rotation of posts. Perhaps someone will find them helpful.
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I.
Respecting man, things are divided thus:
Some do not, and some do belong to us.
Some within compass of our pow'r do fall,
And these are they, which we our own may call.
Such an allegiance all our deeds declare,
Such our endeavours, thoughts, aversions are,
Such our desires; but honour, greatness, wealth,
Our bodies, life, and life's chief comfort, health,
With all things else, with every other kind,
(That own not a dependence on the mind)
Which mortals, with concern, desire or fear,
Are such as are not in our pow'r or sphere.
Thomas a Kempis, The Imitation of Christ 3.20
Musonius Rufus, Lectures 16.7
Friday, September 25, 2020
In Praise of Epictetus
"In Praise of Epictetus"
Ellis Walker (1650-1700)
I.
Great Epictetus, pardon if we praise!
'Tis not thy character to raise:
The top of all fame's pyramid is thine,
Where in her brightest glories thou dost shine;
Where, though unsought by thee,
She gives thee her eternity,
And bears you to the height you scorned to climb.
In speaking all that's good of you, she shows,
That now and then, how to speak truth she knows.
All admire what's truly good,
And that they do so, all would have it understood;
There's then a right, which to ourselves we do
In praising, reading, and translating you.
II.
Thousands have been esteemed for having writ,
And in time's chronicles do justly live,
With all the applause that lettered fame can give.
But you with brave disdain
Despite the common road to fame,
That old stale trick, as known as artifice,
As pimping for acquiring greatness is.
By a great method of your own,
You by not writing are more glorious grown;
For every word that from you fell,
Your hearers have received as from an oracle,
And handed down to us; for so 'twas fit
That your immortal wit,
Should ever live, without your seeking it.
III.
None (as mere men) but you, could ever reach
The pitch of living up to what they teach,
And could you have receded from
Your noble principles resolved upon,
What vast preferments might such parts have had?
What offers had not fortune made?
But blind and foolish though she be,
Full well she knew that she,
With all her outward gifts could nothing add to thee:
You generously brave
Ennoble the opprobrious name of slave;
And show, a wise man may be truly great
In each condition, every state.
IV.
Thine was intrinsic greatness, real worth,
No painted Ixion cloud, no glittering froth,
Not such as doth consist in store
Of houses or of land,
The prey, the sport of fire, or of the stronger hand;
Nor was it varnished over
With riches, which proud churles enslave,
Which knaves hoard up, for some more daring knave,
Nor such as glory in the bended knee
Of sycophant servility,
Which, when the humble wretch his ends doth gain,
He may grow saucy, and detain:
No; 'twas substantial greatness of the soul,
Such as no outward power can control,
Such as can nothing fear, can nothing want:
This we true greatness justly grant.
V.
Experience shows, how well you have confined
All happiness, all greatness, to the mind.
For he, that sees the captive led along,
Pensive, amidst the bellowing throng,
With folded arms, his grandeur laid aside;
And then another with mean flattery
Courting the rascal herd, the senseless mobile,
Stroking the beast that he intends to ride,
And all to gratify his boundless pride:
He, who in history runs over
The worthies that have lived before,
And sees great Diocletian quit his seat,
His princely palace for a cool retreat,
And sees the fierce Pelean youth bestride
The conquered globe, and weep dissatisfied;
He must of force confess,
Nothing without can give true happiness;
And all his heroes of antiquity
Slaves in an eminent degree;
And only Epictetus truly great and free.
Stoic Snippets 35
How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy.
—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 4.18
Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy 5.9
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Musonius Rufus, Lectures 16.6
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Musonius Rufus, Lectures 16.5
Wisdom from the Bhagavad Gita 21
10. The Yogi should constantly practice concentration of the heart, retiring into solitude, alone, with the mind and body subdued, and free from hope and possession.
11. Having in a cleanly spot established his seat, firm, neither too high nor too low, made of a cloth, a skin, and Kusha-grass, arranged in consecution:
12. There, seated on that seat, making the mind one-pointed and subduing the action of the imaging faculty and the senses, let him practice Yoga for the purification of the heart.
13. Let him firmly hold his body, head and neck erect and still, with the eye-balls fixed, as if gazing at the tip of his nose, and not looking around.
14. With the heart serene and fearless, firm in the vow of a Brahmachâri, with the mind controlled, and ever thinking of Me, let him sit in Yoga having Me as his supreme goal.
15. Thus always keeping the mind steadfast, the Yogi of subdued mind attains the peace residing in Me—the peace which culminates in Nirvâna, in Moksha (Release).
16. Success in Yoga is not for him who eats too much or too little—nor, O Arjuna, for him who sleeps too much or too little.
17. To him who is temperate in eating and recreation, in his effort for work, and in sleep and wakefulness, Yoga becomes the destroyer of misery.
18. When the completely controlled mind rests serenely in the Self alone, free from longing after all desires, then is one called steadfast, in the Self.
19. "As a lamp in a spot sheltered from the wind does not flicker"—even such has been the simile used for a Yogi of subdued mind, practicing concentration in the Self.
—Bhagavad Gita, 6:10-19
Monday, September 21, 2020
Wisdom from the Early Stoics, Zeno of Citium 21
The study of syllogisms they declare to be of the greatest service, as showing us what is capable of yielding demonstration; and this contributes much to the formation of correct judgements, and their arrangement and retention in memory give a scientific character to our conception of things.
An argument is in itself a whole containing premises and conclusion, and an inference (or syllogism) is an inferential argument composed of these.
Demonstration is an argument inferring by means of what is better apprehended to something less clearly apprehended.
A presentation (or mental impression) is an imprint on the soul: the name having been appropriately borrowed from the imprint made by the seal upon the wax.
There are two species of presentation, the one apprehending a real object, the other not.
The former, which they take to be the test of reality, is defined as that which proceeds from a real object, agrees with that object itself, and has been imprinted seal-fashion and stamped upon the mind
The latter, or non-apprehending, that which does not proceed from any real object, or, if it does, fails to agree with the reality itself, not being clear or distinct.
—Diogenes Laërtius, 7.45-46
Musonius Rufus, Lectures 16.4
Musonius Rufus, Lectures 16.3
“And yet I fancy one would consider it far less disobedient than in this case, the man who, having a money-loving father, is ordered by him to steal or make away with money entrusted to him, but does not carry out the order. Or do you think that there are no fathers who give such orders to their children?