He who is not penetrated by heart-vexing sweat will not scale the summit of manliness." And Pindar says:
"But the anxious thoughts of youths, revolving with toils,
Will find glory: and in time their deeds
Will in resplendent ether splendid shine."
Æschylus, too, having grasped this thought, says:
"To him who toils is due,
As product of his toil, glory from the gods."
"For great Fates attain great destinies," according to Heraclitus:
"And what slave is there, who is careless of death?"
"For God hath not given us the spirit of bondage again to fear; but of power, and love, and of a sound mind. Be not therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, or of me his prisoner," he writes to Timothy.[1] Such shall he be "who cleaves to that which is good," according to the apostle,[2] "who hates evil, having love unfeigned; for he that loveth another fulfilleth the law."[3] If, then, this God, to whom we bear witness, be as He is, the God of hope, we acknowledge our hope, speeding on to hope, "saturated with goodness, filled with all knowledge."[4]
The Indian sages say to Alexander of Macedon: "You transport men's bodies from place to place. But you shall not force our souls to do what we do not wish. Fire is to men the greatest torture, this we despise." Hence Heraclitus preferred one thing, glory, to all else; and professes "that he allows the crowd to stuff themselves to satiety like cattle."
"For on account of the body are many toils,
For it we have invented a roofed house,
And discovered how to dig up silver, and sow the land,
And all the rest which we know by names."
To the multitude, then, this vain labour is desirable. But to us the apostle says, "Now we know this, that our old man is crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be destroyed,
