They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.

Prophet May You Be! If I Be False, Or Swerve A Hair From Truth, When Time Is Old And Hath Forgot Itself, When Waterdrops Have Worn The Stones Of Troy, And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up, And Mighty States Characterless Are Grated To Dusty Nothing, Yet Let Memory, From False To False, Among False Maids In Love, Upbraid My Falsehood!