Letter 18

|c. 507 AD|ennodius pavia
education booksimperial politics

Ennodius to Avienus.

How well it is that what you modestly decline, you happily emulate; and while you complain that your Greatness is spurred by examples too difficult to follow, you have displayed the very pomp of narration that you, as a capable advocate, profess to shun! I embrace the charming plea of your timidity, which the vein of your rich talent commends. Do not shrink from the father who is to be honored in the examples of your exhortation: from him comes what you speak.

I know what soil produces nobler gold, in whose bosom the nurtured metals gleam more brightly; often my diligent searching has revealed to me the nourishing back of the tawny element. I know what shells enclose pearls proud in their price, whence comes the gem destined to lend its genius to empires. Do not attribute what I have done to ignorance or error. The offspring of a brave man recognizes the face of arms in his father's embrace, and in obeying nature learns to love what is fearsome. Virgil, the root of the learned and the shaper of your eloquence, so describes a son animated by a father's words that he says: "Learn valor from me, my boy," and elsewhere: "And father Aeneas." Was that boy already rising to battle with strong arms, or expected to wage the wars that threatened with a man's strength? No — virtue animated by fresh examples rather than precepts awaited the body's growth.

Those who understand such things say that eagles prepare their own chicks, at the very threshold of life when they are stripped of the shells' covering, for the rays of the sun, and discern the stock of their offspring by holding them up against the immense brilliance. Is there cruelty in so strict a test, when the judgment is right in its choice? They do not wish any of their young to perish, but those that fail they do not acknowledge as their own. Rightly is that sublimity among the birds considered the mother of victors.

Now therefore, my sweet one, pursue what you have well begun, and with God's favor, as you match your grandfather in name, so match your father in learning. Do not think what I urge is burdensome. And since I judge you by your stock, do not shrink from your beginnings. He too was once a beginner who is now feared, and whenever water is drawn through dust by a finger scratching the earth, everything that is first flows turbid.

For the rest, farewell, my lord, and honor one who loves you with frequent gifts of letters — studies about which, if you remember me, it does not become you to be idle.

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

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