XII.  My friend, every one that is of high mind has one Country, the Heavenly Jerusalem, in which we store up our Citizenship.  All have one family—if you look at what is here below the dust—or if you look higher, that Inbreathing of which we are partakers, and which we were bidden to keep, and with which I must stand before my Judge to give an account of my heavenly nobility, and of the Divine Image.  Everyone then is noble who has guarded this through virtue and consent to his Archetype.  On the other hand, everyone is ignoble who has mingled with evil, and put upon himself another form, that of the serpent.  And these earthly countries and families are the playthings of this our temporary life and scene.  For our country is whatever each may have first occupied, either as tyrant, or in misfortune; and in this we are all alike strangers and pilgrims, however much we may play with names.  And the family is accounted noble which is either rich from old days, or is recently raised; and of ignoble birth that which is of poor parents, either owing to misfortune or to want of ambition.  For how can a nobility be given from above which is at one time beginning and at another coming to an end; and which is not given to some, but is bestowed on others by letters patent?  Such is my mind on this matter.  Therefore I leave it to you to pride yourself on tombs or in myths, and I endeavour as far as I can, to purify myself from deceits, that I may keep if possible my nobility, or else may recover it.

ΙΒʹ. Πᾶσι μία τοῖς ὑψηλοῖς πατρὶς, ὦ οὗτος, ἡ ἄνω Ἱερουσαλὴμ, εἰς ἣν ἀποτιθέμεθα τὸ πολίτευμα. Πᾶσι γένος ἓν, εἰ μὲν τὰ κάτω βούλει σκοπεῖν, ὁ χοῦς: εἰ δὲ τὰ ὑψηλότερα, τὸ ἐμφύσημα, οὗ μετειλήφαμεν, καὶ ὃ τηρεῖν ἐκελεύσθημεν, καὶ μεθ' οὗ παραστῆναί με δεῖ λόγον ὑφέξοντα τῆς ἄνωθεν εὐγενείας καὶ τῆς εἰκόνος. Πᾶς μὲν οὖν εὐγενὴς, ὁ τοῦτο φυλάξας ἐξ ἀρετῆς, καὶ τῆς πρὸς τὸ ἀρχέτυπον νεύσεως: δυσγενὴς δὲ ἅπας, ὁ τῇ κακίᾳ συγχέας, καὶ μορφὴν ἑτέραν ἐπιβαλὼν ἑαυτῷ, τὴν τοῦ ὄφεως. Αἱ δὲ κάτω πατρίδες αὗται, καὶ τὰ γένη ταῦτα, τῆς προσκαίρου ζωῆς καὶ σκηνῆς ἡμῶν γέγονε παίγνια. Πατρίς τε γὰρ, ἣν προκατέλαβεν ἕκαστος, ἢ τυραννήσας, ἢ δυστυχήσας, ἧς πάντες ὁμοίως ξένοι καὶ πάροικοι, κἂν ἐπὶ πολὺ τὰ ὀνόματα παίξωμεν. Καὶ γένος εὐγενὲς μὲν, ἢ τὸ πάλαι πλούσιον, ἢ τὸ νῦν φυσώμενον: δυσγενὲς δὲ, τὸ πενήτων πατέρων, ἢ διὰ συμφορὰν, ἢ δι' ἐπιείκειαν. Ἐπεὶ πῶς ἄνωθεν εὐγενὲς, οὗ τὸ μὲν ἄρχεται νῦν, τὸ δὲ καταλύεται: καὶ τοῖς μὲν οὐ δίδοται, τοῖς δὲ γράφεται; Οὕτως ἐγὼ περὶ τούτων ἔχω. Καὶ διὰ τοῦτο, σὲ μὲν ἀφίημι τοῖς τάφοις μεγαλοφρονεῖν, ἢ τοῖς μύθοις. Ἐγὼ δὲ πειρῶμαι, ὡς οἷόν τε, ἀνακαθαίρειν ἐμαυτὸν τῆς ἀπάτης, ἵν' ἢ φυλάξω τὴν εὐγένειαν, ἢ ἀνακαλέσωμαι.