Story 

  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.