CHAP. II.
His Apophthegmes.
a 1.1 HIs Fellow-Disciples derided him, he took it patiently, and being called Asse, answered, he onely could bear Zeno's burthen.
Another time being reproached as timerous, therefore, saith he, I sin little.
Preferring his own Poverty before the plenty of the rich; whilst they, saith he, Play at Ball, I manure a hard barren soil.
He often chid himself, being all alone, which Aristo overhea∣ring; whom, saith he, do you chide, he smiling, answered, a grey∣headed old fellow without wit.
To one that said Arcesilaus abrogated the offices of life; peace, saith he, dispraise him not, for though he take away offices in discourse, he commends them in his actions; To whom Arcesilaus saying, I cannot endure flattery; I do indeed flatter, replies Clean∣thes, when I say, you speak one thing and do another.
To one that asked what he should teach his Son, he answer'd in the words of Electra;
Peace, peace, a little step.
A Lacedemonian saying, that labour was good, hee laughed, answering,
My son, thou of a gen'rous race art come.
Disputing with a young man, he asked him whether hee did feel; the other answers he did, he replyed, why then do I not feel that you feel?
Sosythius the Poet saying in the publick Theatre when Cleanthes was present;
Those whom Cleanthes madnesse leads away; hee sate still, not changing his countenance; whereupon the Auditors applauding him, turned out Sosythius, who afterwards coming to Cleanthes, told him he was sorry that he had reproached him; Cleanthes an∣swer'd, it were unsit I should behold unconcerned Bacchus and Her∣cules derided by the Poets, and be angry' at a little word against my self.