(Found Poem in Michel de Montainge’s “Of Cruelty” translated by George B. Ives)
Virtue is a different and a nobler thing. Virtue presupposes difficulty and contention and can be practiced without an adversary. To have our resolutions and our reasonings superior to all the force of fortune; opportunities must be sought for putting them to the proof. True virtue requires a tough and thorny road. Lack of apprehension and stupidity thus sometimes counterfeit virtuous conditions. My virtue is a virtue, casual and fortuitous. I owe virtue more to my fortune than to my sense.