The Consolation of Philosophy · Book III
Book III · Chapter I

The Promise of the Ascent

Song I · The Thorns of Error.

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Chapter I

She had just finished her song, when the sweetness of the singing left me spellbound, eager to hear more, my ears still strained and attentive. And so, a little later, I said: "You who are the supreme comfort of weary souls, how you have revived me, both by the weight of your thoughts and by the delight of your singing, so that I no longer think myself unequal to the blows of fortune! Therefore those remedies you said were somewhat sharper I now not only do not dread, but, hungry to hear them, I ask for them with all my heart."

Then she said: "I sensed it, when you silently and attentively seized upon my words; and I either waited for this disposition of your mind, or, what is truer, brought it about myself. For the things that remain are such that, on first tasting, they bite, but once taken within, they grow sweet. But since you say you are eager to hear, with what ardor you would burn if you knew where I am attempting to lead you!"

"Where?" I asked.

"To true happiness," she said, "the happiness your own soul also dreams of; but because your sight is taken up with images, you cannot behold that true happiness itself."

Then I said: "I beg you, do it; and show me without delay what that true happiness is."

"I will do so gladly," she said, "for your sake. But first I will try to mark out in words and give shape to the thing that is better known to you, so that, once you have looked it over closely, you may turn your eyes to the opposite side and recognize the very pattern of true blessedness."

Song IThe Thorns of Error.
Whoever would sow a fertile field first clears the land of brushwood, cuts down brambles and bracken with the hook, so that Ceres may come heavy with new grain.
The labor of the bees is sweeter to the taste if first a bitter flavor has stung the mouth.
The stars shine more gratefully when the south wind ceases to send its rain-bringing roar.
When the morning star has driven off the shadows, the lovely day drives forward its rosy horses.
You too, who have been gazing on false goods, begin to draw your neck back from the yoke: then true goods will enter your mind.