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cause_n	good_a	love_n	love_v	4,903	5	6.7044	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A92911	Twenty and two epistles of Lucius Annæus Seneca, the philosopher translated out of the originall, into English verse.; Epistulae morales ad Lucillium. English. 1654	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.	1654 (1654)	Wing S2530; ESTC R42606	41,401	89

Have one whom he in sicknesse may relieve Or from a deadly enemie reprieve Who minds himselfe and for that cause embraces A mutuall friendship he the same disgraces As he began so will he end He chose A friend in whom his trust he might repose In his restraint No sooner shall the chaine Rattle but he is gone This is the vaine Frindship which people temporie call So long he will be welcome as he shall Be profitable And therefore friends flock round 'Bout them who with prosperity abound But leave them who grow poore to sit alone Such friends when trial comes are quickly gone Of this we find examples ev'ry day Some their friends leave for fear and some betray The end with the beginning must agree If any have begun a friend to bee Because 't is needfull or if he suppose That if any fit reward of friendship growes But in it selfe alone 't will not be ha●d To make him against friendship take reward Why do I seek a friend because that I May then have one with whom I 'de wish to die Or else accompany to banishment Or with mine owne I may his death prevent What thou describ'st not friendship is but trade He that mindes profit will himselfe perswade To look no further Between amity And Lovers passions there 's some sympathy Which we may call mad friendship Yet ther 's none Will love for gain or for ambition Love of it selfe all other things neglecting Allures the minde of men to the affecting Of such a seeming beauty hoping withall That this affection will be mutuall What then can lewd effects of lust agree With a good cause But here thou 't answer mee The question is not whether friendship ought For it owne selfe or something else be sought If for it selfe in ought to be desir'd He may injoy it that can live retir'd Contented with himselfe But how may he Enjoy it as a thing of excellency And must approach it with a minde unshaken With change of Fortune or with lucre taken He deprives friendship of her Majesty That seeks her onely for prosperity A wise man 's with himselfe content But this By some Lucilius perverted is They a wise man too much restrain and think That he into his skin should alwaies shrink We must distinguish and this sense allow A wise man 's with himselfe content but how To live in happiness but not to live For many things must him assistance give In this whereas to that is requisite Only a minde that keeps it selfe upright And contemns fortune The distinction Crysippus makes must here be look't upon A wise man needs not any thing although He stands in need of many But we know On th' other side a fool does nothing want And yet wants all by reason he hath scant The use of any thing A wise man needs Hands eyes and ev'ry other thing that feeds The being of this life A wise man's state Needs nothing For to need does intimate Necessitie and this we must denie That any wise man 's in necessity Though with himselfe he then be satisfi'd Yet he needs friends and many would provide Not that he may get happiness thereby For he without friends can live happily The chief good to no outward help pretends But rests at home and on it selfe depends If of it selfe but any part be sought Out of it selfe 't is ready to be brought To obay Fortune What condition then Of life will that be of a wise man when Committed to some prison he 's berest Of friends or else in some strange Countrey left Or held in a long Voyage or giv'n o're By all is thrown upon some barbarous shore Like that of Jove at the Worlds dissolution When Heav'n and Earth and gods are in confusion Whole Nature ceasing for a time He rests Wholly within himselfe and there invests His cogitations some such thing as this A wise man does He with him still is And therein wrapt As long as he 's permitted To rule his own affaires he 's well acquitted With only himselfe When he thinks fit he marries Brings up his children yet he lives and tarries Still with himselfe though he 'll not live if he Shall alwayes be debard of company No profit of his owne does him invite To friendship but a naturall appetite And as of other things ther 's an innate Sweetnesse so of friendship as we hate A solitary life so we delight In company as nature does incite Man to love man so by a secret kind Of longing we to friendship are inclind And though he be most fervent in his love Rankes his friends with himselfe oft-times above Yet in himselfe he seates his good and sayes As Stilpo ' gainst whom Epicure inveighs In that fore-nam'd Epistle for when he His countrey wife and children found to be Distroy'd and lost he went forth all alone Yet happy still from that destruction And meeting with Demetrius whose Sir-name From the destruction of Cities came And was cal'd Poliorcetes who to bost His cruelty askt if he ought had lost All my things are with me said he Behold A stout and valiant man who thus controld The victory of his foe I have sayd he Lost nothing He compeld his enemie To question his owne conquest I beare hence All that is mine as Justice Temperance Prudence and ev'n the vertue which does make us Count nothing good that ever can forsake us We wonder at some creatures which through fire Doe passe unhurt we may that man admire Much more whose constant vertue him affords A safe and secure passage both through swords Ruine and flames Dost thou not plainely see How much 't is easier to get victory Ore a whole nation than one man alone Such words no lesse than he the Stoiks own Their unhurt goods they carry with the same Courage through cities when th' are in a flame They are contented with themselves and bound Their whole felicitie within that ground But lest thou shouldst conceave that onely we Scatter abroad such glorious speeches He Which so reproves this Stilpo Epicure Hath sent out such to which I would procure Thy approbation though already I Have finished my present diarie Who thinkes not his own goods most large and stable Though he possesse the world is miserable Or if thou 't rather have it thus declard For we must now not words but sence regard Who judges not himselfe to be most blest Would wretched be though he the world possest And that from natures ground such words appeare To be in use the Comicke Poet heare He is not blest is who not understood So by himselfe What though thy state be good If thou conceav'st it ill Or wilt thou say Though he that 's basely covetous perhaps may Say he is happy or he that 's Lord of store Of servants but a servant unto more That his report shall therefore make him so Not what he sayes but what he thinkes we know Is to be waigh'd nor what he thinkes to day