A beggar once was walking in the road near a palace, when a man, very finely dressed, came striding along and angrily ordered him out of the way.

“What are you doing here?” the man shouted. “Miserable wretch, how dare you block the road where important people are passing? Do you know who I am?”

“No, your honour,” said the beggar, “I do not.”

“I am the King’s vizier!”

“The king’s vizier? I see. Well, I myself am a king.”

“You? A king?” the vizier scoffed. “Of what country?”

“Of myself,” the beggar replied. “And because I rule myself with care, pointless anger such as yours is not permitted in my realm.”