And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
Truth needs not flowers of speech.
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused Still by himself abused or disabused Created half to rise, and half to fall Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled, The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see All discord, harmony not understood All partial evil, universal good And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
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