Letter 4

UnknownFaustus of Riez|c. 495 AD|ennodius pavia
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Faustus, from Ennodius.

Following the word of my lector and enticed by the savor of his persuasive speech, I nearly came to believe that virtue was a vice; and trusting the diadems of eloquence more than my own conscience, I incurred a fault that my mind did not recognize. Not so does a charming hunter deceive deer with artfully whistled snares; not so does a skilled hand arrange nets that invite approach by painting a counterfeit image of feathered terrors in multicolored dyes — as the words of your Greatness held me captive, willingly thrusting my head into the halter. Unaware of any offense, I long inquired, while you pressed the attack, whether I was truly innocent. Your letter told me one thing; my own purpose told me another.

Who, I ask, was ever so elegant an author of crime that he would believe himself cleared if he confessed he had committed his own transgression at another's bidding — since no one can rightly think another's crime his own when the accused has confessed of his own accord? But I believe the person was ignorant of law and legal custom, skilled only in cunning — one to whom practice grants even the semblance of truth in counterfeiting another's handwriting, and to whom shameful artifice lends the appearance of authenticity. I do not wish to attack anyone by name, nor to assume the role of accuser against my conscience: it is enough that my sense of honor stands firm in its place; let the uncertain winds toss others. Yet even if I were driven by the spurs of that beloved reading to command such things, I would defend myself by the example of the patriarchs. By theft Jacob overcame the age of his firstborn brother, and by that benefit obtained the birthright that nature had not given. David, while he wandered through pathless places in his flight and through narrow lands, drove away his hunger with the bread of proposition, and against the law's prohibitions — which carry lesser penalties — escaped the body's starvation. Should I have endured the spiritual famine, which I had conceived from divine books while unfed in soul, with withered innards for so long, until the disease spread to my vital parts? The prophet Daniel stole divine teachings from royal chambers, which the chaste and admirable thief annexed for his own instruction. What use is it to go through every case, when a single person from among those mentioned suffices to defend a besieged conscience — one who, moreover, in her natural weakness (if I may say so) looked ahead to what was needful before any request was made?

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

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