Here, again, are his views about his poverty (Fragment xix.):—­

“Examine yourself whether you wish to be rich or to be happy; and if you wish to be rich, know that it neither is a blessing, nor is it altogether in your own power; but if to be happy, know that it both is a blessing, and is in your own power; since the former is but a temporary loan of fortune, but the gift of happiness depends upon the will.”

“Just as when you see a viper, or an asp, or a scorpion, in a casket of ivory or gold, you do not love or congratulate them on the splendour of their material, but because their nature is pernicious you turn from and loathe them, so likewise when you see vice enshrined in wealth and the pomp of circumstance do not be astounded at the glory of its surroundings, but despise the meanness of its character.”

“Wealth is not among the number of good things; extravagance is among the number of evils, sober-mindedness of good things.  Now sober-mindedness invites us to frugality and the acquisition of real advantages; but wealth to extravagance, and it drags us away from sober-mindedness.  It is a hard matter, therefore, being rich to be sober-minded, or being sober-minded to be rich.”

The last sentence will forcibly remind the reader of our Lord’s own words, “How hardly shall they that have riches (or as the parallel passage less startlingly expresses it, ’Children, how hard is it for them that trust in riches to’) enter into the kingdom of God.”

But this is a favourite subject with the ancient philosopher, and Epictetus continues:—­

“Had you been born in Persia, you would not have been eager to live in Greece, but to stay where you were, and be happy; and, being born in poverty, why are you eager to be rich, and not rather to abide in poverty, and so be happy?”

“As it is better to be in good health, being hard-pressed on a little truckle-bed, than to roll, and to be ill in some broad couch; so too it is better in a small competence to enjoy the calm of moderate desires, than in the midst of superfluities to be discontented.”

This, too, is a thought which many have expressed.  “Gentle sleep,” says Horace, “despises not the humble cottages of rustics, nor the shaded banks, nor valleys whose foliage waves with the western wind;” and every reader will recall the magnificent words of our own great Shakespeare—­

     “Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
      Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
      And hush’d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
      Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
      Under the canopies of costly state,
      And lull’d with sounds of sweetest melody?”