So In A Voice, So In A

Oft From New Truths, And New Phrase, New Doubts Grow, As Strange Attire Aliens The Men We Know.

And Dare Love That, And Say So Too, And Forget The He And She.

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.