My True Love Hath My Heart, And

Who Doth Desire That Chaste His Wife Should Be, First Be He True, For Truth Doth Truth Deserve.

And Thou My Minde Aspire To Higher Things; Grow Rich In That Which Never Taketh Rust.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore Never Lieth.

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