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Seneca
Moral Letters to Lucilius Section 14
Section 1,957 of 2,141
Canonical reference 115.14
Latin
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Nec apud Graecos tragicos desunt, qui lucro innocentiam, salutem, opinionem bonam mutent. Sine me vocari pessimum, ut dives vocer. An dives, omnes quaerimus, nemo, an bonus. Non quare et unde, quid habeas, tantum rogant. Ubique tanti quisque, quantum habuit, fuit. Quid habere nobis turpe sit quaeris? Nihil. Aut dives opto vivere aut pauper mori. Bene moritur, quisquis moritur dum lucrum facit. Pecunia, ingens generis humani bonum, Cui non voluptas matris aut blandae potest Par esse prolis, non sacer meritis parens; Tam dulce si quid Veneris in vultu micat, Merito illa amores caelitum atque hominum movet.
French
Baillard 1914
Même chez les tragiques grecs, il ne manque pas de héros qui échangent contre le profit leur conscience, leur vie, leur honneur.
Fais que je sois riche, ô Plutus !
Je consens qu’infâme on me nomme ;
Est-il riche ? est le mot de tous ; on ne dit plus :
Honnête homme ? Tant vaut la bourse, tant vaut l’homme.
Ne rien avoir, voilà de quoi l’on doit rougir.
Nul ne s’enquiert ni d’où, ni par quelle aide
Est venu ce qu’on a, mais combien on possède.
Vivre riche est mon vœu ; pauvre, mieux vaut mourir.
Heureux celui qui meurt accumulant encore !
Argent, suprême bien, le monde entier t’honore,
Toi toujours beau, plus précieux
Qu’un fils chéri, qu’une mère adorée,
Que d’un aïeul la vieillesse sacrée.
English
Richard M. Gummere · Moral Letters to Lucilius
Even among the Greek tragic poets there are some who regard pelf as better than purity, soundness, or good report: Call me a scoundrel, only call me rich! All ask how great my riches are, but none Whether my soul is good. None asks the means or source of your estate, But merely how it totals. All men are worth as much as what they own. What is most shameful for us to possess? Nothing! If riches bless me, I should love to live; Yet I would rather die, if poor. A man dies nobly in pursuit of wealth. Money, that blessing to the race of man, Cannot be matched by mother’s love, or lisp Of children, or the honour due one’s sire. And if the sweetness of the lover’s glance Be half so charming, Love will rightly stir The hearts of gods and men to adoration.
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God
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Love
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Pleasure
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Prayer
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Reason
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Salvation
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