Boethius, Consolation of Philosophy (12th c., Lombard script)

f. or flashes.

Then, the night having been dispersed, the darkness left,
And a former vigor returned to my eyes,
As when stars are gathered in a precipitous choir,
And the pole has stood still with cloudy rains,
The sun lies hidden, and the stars not yet coming in the sky,
Night is poured from above onto the earth.
If this, shaken by the Thracian Boreas sent forth from the cave,
Should loosen, uncover the bolt, it uncovers the day.
Phoebus flashes, or flashes suddenly with vibrated light,
And strikes my eyes my which were astonished.

this elm. i. [notia] name my [colquia] p. [eravo] i. [face] my i. [face] porsa p. p. m. [are] h. [tranqua].

Washed. i. [doct] m r

Not otherwise, with the mists of sadness dissolved, I received the draught of heaven,
I knew and I received my mind to recognize the face of the healer.
Therefore, when I brought my eyes down to her, I fixed my gaze my and suspected
my nurse, and Philosophy, who from my childhood had frequented frequented
my hearths my. And she says, "Why, O teacher of virtues, have you come
down from the high hinge heaven to this exile solitude of these seats?"
"Or so that you, too, may be harassed with me by false accusations?"
"Or," she says, "should I desert you, my pupil? not desert you Nor should I bear the burden punishment
which you carried on account of me by the envy of my name, by sharing with you the labor?
And it is right it is not right for philosophy to abandon an innocent companion
in her journey my of sorrow my of yours and in my my sight.
Therefore, do you think something new has happened do you think to philosophy? Do you not
believe that wisdom has been assailed struck by bad morals themselves?
Or have we not often fought a great struggle against the temerity of stupidity
among the ancients also, before the age of Plato?
And with the same man still surviving living, his teacher master
perished, Socrates, with me standing by present, in a memorable victory death. And whose inheritance,
when subsequently the Epicurean crowd and the Stoic and others
were striving to snatch it away each for his own part, and me
reclaiming and resisting and as if dragging into a part of the booty,
they tore my garment my which I had woven with my own hands,
and went away believing that bits particles some my sentences of it had
yielded themselves to them, and they to whom, because in them a likeness likeness
of your wisdom seemed and therefore seemed wise and philosophers.