Pity the Nation Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and emty of religion. Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine-press. Pity the nation that acclaims the bull as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.