Tukaram, Poem 1074

It is not your garments or your speech but your faults that I have censured; perchance you will be angry, good people, at my words. Who knows not that food is the life of the life? Yet if you mix poison with it, it grows poisonous. Who knows not that gold itself is pure? But a mixture of base metal degrades it. If a man be of pure descent and yet bear the inner traits of a low nature, he is rendered useless by his insincerity. Tuka says, A true man meets with honour, but others are beasts of burden carrying ornaments.