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.