Letter 2

UnknownFlorus|c. 493 AD|ennodius pavia
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Ennodius to Florus.

I know I have undertaken a hard campaign and am lifting a heavy burden on weak shoulders — I who have roused your Sublimity, quiet enough as far as I am concerned, with the goads of words. So does feeble youth provoke beasts that bare their fangs, and in challenging what exceeds its strength, reckons the spectacle it hopes for to be just that — a spectacle, not a battle. So does a mind ignorant of combat pledge its affection to contests before it knows the danger. The fury of a lion and whatever beast Libya nourishes — I judge these milder of tongue than you. What ignorance drove me headlong? What fervor of spirit, a stranger to your acquaintance, led me astray, so that I did not know what a man ought to fear who provokes the one who is always first to hurl insults, who in the gymnasiums of abuse has never consented to take second place? He is certainly the most practiced slanderer among the clergy, who has always bared the bite of his sharp new tooth at them — a man whom even a life polished to the fingertip could not escape, before whom all learning yields, and whom the entire company of the devout flees as from a comet. And I, shameless and brazen, have roused this man! With such confidence I might have provoked the winds to blow, the rivers to run, my dear Faustus to eloquence — just as I have spurred you, a man sparing of speech, into garrulity with the iron-shod kicks of words. Forgive me, I beg, and since you consider silence in others a virtue — scorn those who love it, refrain from replies, punish your provocateur with contempt. Let some man drawn from the heart of the senate floor contend with you; against a Gaul by lineage, hold your tongue. Let him be punished by the retaliation of your silence — if you can manage it. Take care, my lord, lest by provoking a lesser man to loquacity you come to be considered a humble person yourself. For what labor is it to overcome one who is already down, and to claim a triumph over one who confesses himself unequal before the fight even begins? Yet be my bond with Lord Faustus, if you wish to escape my complaints, however meager and rough they be.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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