Wednesday, February 09, 2022
Consolation Without Philosophy
Walter Savage Landor, Antony and Octavius, Scene 10, lines 39-53 (Antony speaking):
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We can not always swagger, always act
A character the wise will never learn: 40
When Night goes down, and the young Day resumes
His pointed shafts, and chill air breathes around,
Then we put on our own habiliments
And leave the dusty stage we proudly trod.
I have been sitting longer at life's feast 45
Than does me good; I will arise and go.
Philosophy would flatten her thin palm
Outspred upon my sleeve; away with her!
Cuff off, cuff out, that chattering toothless jade!
The brain she puzzles, and she blunts the sword: 50
Even she knows better words than that word live.
Cold Cato, colder Brutus, guide not me;
No, nor brave Cassius.
