To this type of good man, then, known not only1 to a Socrates but even to a Fimbria, nothing can possibly seem expedient that is not morally right. Such a man, therefore, will never venture to think —to say nothing of doing—anything that he would not dare openly to proclaim. Is it not a shame that philosophers should be in doubt about moral questions on which even peasants have no doubts at all? For it is with peasants that the proverb, already trite with age, originated: when they praise a man's honour and honesty, they say, “He is a man with whom you can safely play at odd and even2 in the dark.” What is the point of the proverb but this—that what is not proper brings no advantage, even if you can gain your [p. 351] end without anyone's being able to convict you of wrong?