A cithara player of no talent used to sing from morning to night in a house with well-plastered walls. As the walls echoed the sounds back to him, he imagined he had a very fine voice, and he so convinced himself of this that he resolved to perform in the theatre; but when he came onto the stage he sang very badly and was driven off with stones.
So some orators who seemed to have some talent at school no sooner enter on a political career than they reveal their incompetence.Moral
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