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Shrewd counterfeiting, to whet lust to hear!

His rites loathe him that worketh godlessness.

Thou saw'st the God: what fashion was he of?

As seemed him good: that did not I enjoin.

This too thou hast shrewdly parried, telling nought.

Wise answers seem but folly to a fool.

Cam'st thou the first to bring his godhead hither?

All Asians through these mystic dances tread.

Ay, far less wise be they than Hellene men.

Herein far wiser. Diverse wont is theirs.

By night or day dost thou perform his rites?