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

Reward and Punishment Are Built In

Song III · Circe's Cup.

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Chapter III

"Do you see, then, in how great a mire base deeds are rolled, and with what light uprightness shines? In this it is plain that rewards are never lacking to the good, nor their own punishments to crimes. For of things that are done, that for the sake of which each thing is done can, not unjustly, be seen as the reward of that same thing — just as, in running in the stadium, the crown for which one runs lies as the prize. But we have shown that blessedness is that very good for the sake of which all things are done. The good itself, then, is set before human actions as a kind of common reward. And this cannot be separated from the good; for he will no longer rightly be called good who lacks the good. Therefore upright characters are not abandoned by their rewards. However greatly, then, the bad may rage, the crown of the wise man will not fall, nor wither. For another's wickedness does not pluck away from upright souls their proper honor. But if he rejoiced in something received from outside, then someone else, or even the very one who had bestowed it, could take it away. But since it is his own uprightness that confers it on each, he will lack his reward only when he has ceased to be upright. Finally, since every reward is sought because it is believed to be good, who would judge the one who possesses the good to be without a reward?

"But of what reward? Of the fairest and greatest of all. For remember that corollary which a little while ago I gave as the chief one, and gather thus: since the good itself is blessedness, it is plain that all the good become blessed by this very fact, that they are good. But those who are blessed, it is agreed, are gods. The reward of the good, then — which no day can wear away, no man's power diminish, no man's wickedness darken — is to become gods.

"Since this is so, the wise man cannot doubt also of the inseparable punishment of the bad. For since good and evil, and likewise punishment and reward, stand opposed face to face, the things we see attending the reward of the good must necessarily, on the contrary side, answer in the punishment of evil. As, then, uprightness itself becomes the reward of the upright, so wickedness itself is the punishment of the wicked. And indeed whoever is afflicted with punishment does not doubt that he is afflicted with an evil. If, then, they should be willing to judge themselves, can they seem to themselves free from punishment, whom wickedness — the utmost of all evils — has not only afflicted but vehemently infected?

"But look, on the opposite side from the good, at the punishment that accompanies the wicked. You learned a little while ago that everything that exists is one, and that the one itself is the good; from which it follows that everything that exists is also seen to be good. In this way, then, whatever falls away from the good ceases to exist; and so it comes about that the bad cease to be what they had been. But that they were once men, the very remaining shape of the human body shows. Therefore, turned to wickedness, they have also lost human nature. But since uprightness alone can carry anyone beyond human estate, it must be that wickedness thrusts below the deserts of a man those whom it has cast down from the human condition. It happens, then, that one whom you see transformed by vices you cannot reckon a man. Does a violent plunderer of others' wealth burn with greed? You would call him like a wolf. Is one fierce and restless, exercising his tongue in quarrels? You will compare him to a dog. Does a hidden plotter rejoice to have stolen by deceit? Let him be ranked with the little foxes. Does one rage, unable to govern his anger? Let him be believed to bear the soul of a lion. Is one fearful and apt to flee, dreading things not to be feared? Let him be held like the deer. Is one sluggish and stupid, lying torpid? He lives an ass's life. Is one fickle and inconstant, forever changing his pursuits? He differs in nothing from the birds. Is one sunk in foul and unclean lusts? He is held fast by the pleasure of the filthy sow. So it comes about that one who, having forsaken uprightness, has ceased to be a man, since he cannot cross over into the divine condition, is turned into a beast."

Song IIICirce's Cup
The wandering ships of the Neritian captain and his vessels straying over the sea the East Wind drove to an island where the fair goddess dwelt, born of the seed of the Sun, who mixed for her new guests cups touched by an enchanting song.
When her hand, mighty in herbs, turned them into various shapes, this one the face of a boar concealed, that one, a Libyan lion, grew with tooth and claw.
This one, newly added to the wolves, howls when he means to weep; that one, like an Indian tiger, prowls gently about the house.
Yet though the divine power of the winged Arcadian, pitying the captain beset by his many ills, freed him from the host's plague — still the rowers had already drawn the wicked cups with their mouths; already, turned to swine, they had exchanged Ceres' food for acorns, and nothing remained whole in them, their voice and body lost.
The mind alone stands firm above, and groans at the monsters it endures.
O hand too light, and herbs not powerful — which, though they may overpower the limbs, have no strength to change the heart!
Within is the vigor of men, hidden, sunk in a secret citadel.
These poisons more powerfully drag a man away from himself — dread poisons that pass deep within and, doing the body no harm, rage with a wound to the mind.