A man was sleeping dead-drunk on the highway and the bridle of spontaneity had slipped from his hands. A hermit passed near him and considered the disgraceful condition he was in. The youth raised his head and recited: When they passed near something contemptible, they passed it kindly. When thou beholdest a sinner be concealing and meek.

 Turn not thy face from a sinner, O anchorite. 
 Look upon him with benignity. 
 If I am ignoble in my actions 
 Pass me by like a noble fellow.