With such companions, that you will be wrong.
We fill our minds from those with whom we live, 410
And, as your fears are Nature’s, I forgive;
But learn your peace and my good name to prize,
And fears of fancy let us both despise!”
D. Enough, my friend! Now let the man advance—
You are prepared, and nothing leave to chance.
’Tis not sufficient that we’re pure and just;
The wise to nothing but their wisdom trust—
Will he himself appear, or will he send,