Phaedrus
On Love
Phaedrus
began by affirming that love is a mighty god, and wonderful among gods and
men, but especially wonderful in his birth. For he is the eldest of the
gods, which is an honour to him; and a proof of his claim to this honour
is, that of his parents there is no memorial; neither poet nor
prose-writer has ever affirmed that he had any. As Hesiod says:
First
Chaos came, and then broad-bosomed Earth,
The everlasting seat of all that is,
And Love.
In
other words, after Chaos, the Earth and Love, these two, came into being.
Also Parmenides sings of Generation:
First
in the train of gods, he fashioned Love.
And
Acusilaus agrees with Hesiod. Thus numerous are the witnesses who
acknowledge Love to be the eldest of the gods. And not only is
he the eldest, he is also the source of the greatest benefits to
us. For I know not any greater blessing to a young man who is beginning
life than a virtuous lover or to the lover than a beloved youth. For the
principle which ought to be the guide of men who would nobly live at
principle, I say, neither kindred, nor honour, nor wealth, nor any other
motive is able to implant so well as love. Of what am I speaking? Of the
sense of honour and dishonour, without which neither states nor
individuals ever do any good or great work. And I say that a lover who is
detected in doing any dishonourable act, or submitting through cowardice
when any dishonour is done to him by another, will be more pained at being
detected by his beloved than at being seen by his father, or by his
companions, or by any one else. The beloved too, when he is found in any
disgraceful situation, has the same feeling about his lover. And if there
were only some way of contriving that a state or an army should be made up
of lovers and their loves, they would be the very best governors of their
own city, abstaining from all dishonour, and emulating one another in
honour; and when fighting at each other’s side, although a mere handful,
they would overcome the world. For what lover would not choose rather to
be seen by all mankind than by his beloved, either when abandoning his
post or throwing away his arms? He would be ready to die a thousand deaths
rather than endure this. Or who would desert his beloved or fail him in
the hour of danger? The veriest coward would become an inspired hero,
equal to the bravest, at such a time; Love would inspire him. That courage
which, as Homer says, the god breathes into the souls of some heroes, Love
of his own nature infuses into the lover.”
“Love
will make men dare to die for their beloved – love alone; and women as
well as men. Of this, Alcestis, the daughter of Pelias, is a monument to
all Hellas; for she was willing to lay down her life on behalf of her
husband, when no one else would, although he had a father and mother; but
the tenderness of her love so far exceeded theirs, that she made them seem
to be strangers in blood to their own son, and in name only related to
him; and so noble did this action of hers appear to the gods, as well as
to men, that among the many who have done virtuously she is one of the
very few to whom, in admiration of her noble action, they have granted the
privilege of returning alive to earth; such exceeding honour is paid by
the gods to the devotion and virtue of love. But Orpheus, the son of
Oeagrus, the harper, they sent empty away, and presented to him an
apparition only of her whom he sought, but herself they would not give up,
because he showed no spirit; he was only a harp-player, and did not dare
like Alcestis to die for love, but was contriving how he might enter hades
alive; moreover, they afterwards caused him to suffer death at the hands
of women, as the punishment of his cowardliness. Very different was the
reward of the true love of Achilles towards his lover Patroclus – his
lover and not his love (the notion that Patroclus was the beloved one is a
foolish error into which Aeschylus has fallen, for Achilles was surely the
fairer of the two, fairer also than all the other heroes; and, as Homer
informs us, he was still beardless, and younger far). And greatly as the
gods honour the virtue of love, still the return of love on the part of
the beloved to the lover is more admired and valued and rewarded by them,
for the lover is more divine; because he is inspired by God. Now Achilles
was quite aware, for he had been told by his mother, that he might avoid
death and return home, and live to a good old age, if he abstained from
slaying Hector. Nevertheless he gave his life to revenge his friend, and
dared to die, not only in his defence, but after he was dead Wherefore the
gods honoured him even above Alcestis, and sent him to the Islands of the
Blest. These are my reasons for affirming that Love is the eldest and
noblest and mightiest of the gods; and the chiefest author and giver of
virtue in life, and of happiness after death.”
This, or something
like this, was the speech of Phaedrus; and some other speeches followed
which Aristodemus did not remember; the next which he repeated was that of
Pausanias.
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