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In a city of honest men unavailing

Is the trickster’s babble, yet still he essays,

Fawning on all men, the toils to twine

Of his subtlety. Never his vaunt shall be mine⁠—

“To a friend he I friend, to a foe malign!

As a wolf will I covertly track him, assailing

This side and that side, by crooked ways.”

In what state soever a people be dwelling,

’Tis the man of straightforward speech alway

That unto the foremost place attains;

Whether it be where a despot reigns,

Or where the rabble hot-headed strains

Against use and wont, or where sages excelling

In wisdom the helm of the commonweal sway.