Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy

LCL 74: 172-173

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Consolation I

A river wandering down the hills Can be dammed and stopped by fallen rock From the high crags. You too, if you want Clearly to see the truth And to walk the right road straight, Cast out joy, Cast out fear, Rid yourself of hope and grief. The mind is clouded, checked, Where these hold sway.

DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.boethius-consolation_philosophy.1973