Being demanded how Socrates dyed; as I would wish to doe, saith
he.
Polixenus the Sophist comming to his house, and seeing there
women and a great feast, reproved him, Aristippus gave him
way, and after a little pause, will you dine with me, saith he? where∣to
he consenting: Why then, continues he, do you reprove me? 'tis not
the feast but the cost which you condemn.
His servant being upon a journey, weary with carrying of
mony; throw away, saith he, what is too much, and carry as much as
you can.
He bad his slaves away his mony throw,
Because ore-charg'd with weight they went too slow.
Being at Sea, and understanding the owners of the Vessell
were Pirats, he took his Mony and counted it, then let it fall into
the Sea, as unwillingly, and sighed: some affirm that he said, It
is better these perish for Aristippus, then Aristippus, for them.
He reproved men for looking upon goods exposed to sale, and ta∣king
no care to furnish their minds. Others ascribe this to Diogenes.
Living in Asia, he was seized by Antaphernes, the King's Liev∣tenant,
whereupon one saying to him, And where is now your
confidence? When, said he, you fool, should I be confident, if not
now, when I shall meet with Antaphernes.
Those who forsook Philosophy, to apply themselves to Mecha∣nicall
Sciences, he compared to the Suitors of Penelope; they could
get the good wills of Melantho, Polydora, and others of the servants,
but could not obtain the Mistress in Marriage. Not unlike is that of
Aristo, who said, that Ulysses, when he went to Hell, saw all the
dead, and spoke to them, but could not come so much as to the
sight of the Queen.
Being demanded what Boyes ought to learn? That, saith he,
which they ought to practice when they are men.
To one who accused him for going from Socrates to Dionysius:
To Socrates, saith he, I went for 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, education; to Dionysius for
〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 recreation.
To a Curtezan, who told him she was with child by him: You
know that no more, said he, then if passing through a bush, you should
say, this thorn pricked you.
To one, who blamed him, that he took Mony of Dionysius, Pla∣to
a Book; he answered, I want Mony, Plato Books.
Having lost a great Farm, he said to one, who seemed exces∣sively
to compassionate his losse, You have but one field, I have three
left; why should not I rather grieve for you. It is madnesse (addes
Plutarch) to lament for what is lost, and not rejoyce for what is
left.
When one told him, the land is lost for your sake; Better, saith