<h3><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106" />IV.</h3>
<p>'Well, but official dignity clothes him to whom it comes with honour and
reverence! Have, then, offices of state such power as to plant virtue in
the minds of their possessors, and drive out vice? Nay, they are rather
wont to signalize iniquity than to chase it away, and hence arises our
indignation that honours so often fall to the most iniquitous of men.
Accordingly, Catullus calls Nonius an "ulcer-spot," though "sitting in
the curule chair." Dost not see what infamy high position brings upon
the bad? Surely their unworthiness will be less conspicuous if their
rank does not draw upon them the public notice! In thy own case, wouldst
thou ever have been induced by all these perils to think of sharing
office with Decoratus, since thou hast discerned in him the spirit of a
rascally parasite and informer? No; we cannot deem men worthy of
reverence on <SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107" />account of their office, whom we deem unworthy of the
office itself. But didst thou see a man endued with wisdom, couldst thou
suppose him not worthy of reverence, nor of that wisdom with which he
was endued?'</p>
<p>'No; certainly not.'</p>
<p>'There is in Virtue a dignity of her own which she forthwith passes over
to those to whom she is united. And since public honours cannot do this,
it is clear that they do not possess the true beauty of dignity. And
here this well deserves to be noticed—that if a man is the more scorned
in proportion as he is despised by a greater number, high position not
only fails to win reverence for the wicked, but even loads them the more
with contempt by drawing more attention to them. But not without
retribution; for the wicked pay back a return in kind to the dignities
they put on by the pollution of their touch. Perhaps, too, another
consideration may teach thee to confess that true reverence cannot come
through these counterfeit dignities. It is this: If one who had been
many times consul chanced to visit <SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108" />barbaric lands, would his office win
him the reverence of the barbarians? And yet if reverence were the
natural effect of dignities, they would not forego their proper function
in any part of the world, even as fire never anywhere fails to give
forth heat. But since this effect is not due to their own efficacy, but
is attached to them by the mistaken opinion of mankind, they disappear
straightway when they are set before those who do not esteem them
dignities. Thus the case stands with foreign peoples. But does their
repute last for ever, even in the land of their origin? Why, the
prefecture, which was once a great power, is now an empty name—a burden
merely on the senator's fortune; the commissioner of the public corn
supply was once a personage—now what is more contemptible than this
office? For, as we said just now, that which hath no true comeliness of
its own now receives, now loses, lustre at the caprice of those who have
to do with it. So, then, if dignities cannot win men reverence, if they
are actually sullied by the contamination of the wicked, if they lose
their <SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109" />splendour through time's changes, if they come into contempt
merely for lack of public estimation, what precious beauty have they in
themselves, much less to give to others?'</p>
<h3>SONG IV.<br/>Disgrace of Honours conferred by a Tyrant.</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span>Though royal purple soothes his pride,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And snowy pearls his neck adorn,<br/></span>
<span>Nero in all his riot lives<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The mark of universal scorn.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span>Yet he on reverend heads conferred<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Th' inglorious honours of the state.<br/></span>
<span>Shall we, then, deem them truly blessed<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Whom such preferment hath made great?<br/></span></div>
</div>
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