Nothing Can Subdue Virtue by Anicius Manlius Severinus Boëthius

Whoso calm, serene, sedate,
Sets his foot on haughty fate;
Firm and steadfast, come what will,
Keeps his mien unconquered still;
Him the rage of furious seas,
Tossing high wild menaces,
Nor the flames from smoky forges
That Vesuvius disgorges,
Nor the bolt that from the sky
Smites the tower, can terrify.
Why, then, shouldst thou feel affright
At the tyrant’s weakling might?
Dread him not, nor fear no harm,
And thou shall his rage disarm;
But who to hope or fear gives way —
Lost his bosom’s rightful sway —
He hath cast away his shield,
Like a coward fled the field;
He hath forged all unaware
Fetters his own neck must bear!

From:
(https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/b/boethius/consolation/complete.html#song4)

Date: c520 (original in Latin); 1897 (translation in English)

By: Anicius Manlius Severinus Boëthius (c480-524)

Translated by: Henry Rosher James (1862-1931)

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