Your lies doth he even believe when you lie favourably about him: for in its depths sigheth his heart: “What am I ?”

And if that be the true virtue which is unconscious of itself⁠—well, the vain man is unconscious of his modesty!⁠—

This is, however, my third manly prudence: I am not put out of conceit with the wicked by your timorousness.

I am happy to see the marvels the warm sun hatcheth: tigers and palms and rattlesnakes.

Also amongst men there is a beautiful brood of the warm sun, and much that is marvellous in the wicked.

In truth, as your wisest did not seem to me so very wise, so found I also human wickedness below the fame of it.