this, I believe, is one of the ambassadors’ fools.’ Others censured the
fashion of their chains, and observed, ‘That they were of no use, for
they were too slight to bind their slaves, who could easily break them;
and, besides, hung so loose about them that they thought it easy to
throw their away, and so get from them.” But after the ambassadors had
stayed a day among them, and saw so vast a quantity of gold in their
houses (which was as much despised by them as it was esteemed in other
nations), and beheld more gold and silver in the chains and fetters of
one slave than all their ornaments amounted to, their plumes fell, and
they were ashamed of all that glory for which they had formed valued
themselves, and accordingly laid it aside—a resolution that they
immediately took when, on their engaging in some free discourse with
the Utopians, they discovered their sense of such things and their
other customs. The Utopians wonder how any man should be so much taken
with the glaring doubtful lustre of a jewel or a stone, that can look
up to a star or to the sun himself; or how any should value himself
because his cloth is made of a finer thread; for, how fine soever that
thread may be, it was once no better than the fleece of a sheep, and
that sheep, was a sheep still, for all its wearing it. They wonder much
to hear that gold, which in itself is so useless a thing, should be
everywhere so much esteemed that even man, for whom it was made, and by
whom it has its value, should yet be thought of less value than this
metal; that a man of lead, who has no more sense than a log of wood,
and is as bad as he is foolish, should have many wise and good men to
serve him, only because he has a great heap of that metal; and that if
it should happen that by some accident or trick of law (which,
sometimes produces as great changes as chance itself) all this wealth
should pass from the master to the meanest varlet of his whole family,
he himself would very soon become one of his servants, as if he were a
thing that belonged to his wealth, and so were bound to follow its
fortune! But they much more admire and detest the folly of those who,
when they see a rich man, though they neither owe him anything, nor are
in any sort dependent on his bounty, yet, merely because he is rich,
give him little less than divine honours, even though they know him to
be so covetous and base-minded that, notwithstanding all his wealth, he
will not part with one farthing of it to them as long as he lives!
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