查拉图斯特拉如是说（英文全本）第 103 部分

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last into

birds and

charming

songstresses.

Out of thy

poisons

brewedst

thou

balsam for

thyself;

thy cow,

affliction,

milkedst

thou—now

drinketh

thou the

sweet milk

of her

udder. And

nothing

evil

groweth in

thee any

longer,

unless it

be the

evil that

groweth

out of the

conflict

of thy

virtues.

My

brother,

if thou be

fortunate,

then wilt

thou have

one virtue

and no

more: thus

goest thou

easier

over the

bridge.

Illustrious

is it to

have many

virtues,