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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Truth And Falsehood. A Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once on a time, in sunshine weather,<br>Falsehood and Truth walk'd out together,<br>The neighbouring woods and lawns to view,<br>As opposites will sometimes do:<br>Through many a blooming mead they pass'd,<br>And at a brook arrived at last:<br>The purling stream, the margin green,<br>With flowers bedeck'd, a vernal scene,<br>Invited each itinerant maid<br>To rest a while beneath the shade;<br>Under a spreading beech they sat,<br>And pass'd the time with female chat;<br>While each her thoughts, the other feign'd.<br>At length, quoth Falsehood, Sister Truth,<br>For so she call'd her from her youth,<br>What if, to shun yon sultry beam,<br>We bathe in this delightful stream,<br>The bottom smooth, the water clear,<br>And there's no prying shepherd near?<br>With all my heart, the nymph replied,<br>And threw her snowy robes aside,<br>Stripp'd herself naked to the skin,<br>And with a spring leapp'd headlong in.<br>Falsehood more leisurely undress'd,<br>And laying by her tawdry vest,<br>Trick'd herself out in Truth's array,<br>And cross the meadows tripp'd away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From this cursed hour the fraudful dame<br>Of sacred Truth usurps the name,<br>And with a vile perfidious mind<br>Roams far and near to cheat mankind;<br>False sighs suborns, and artful tears,<br>And starts with vain pretended fears,<br>In visits vain still appears most wise,<br>And rolls at church her saint-like eyes;<br>Talks very much, plays idle tricks,<br>While rising stock her conscience pricks;<br>When being, poor thing, extremely gravell'd,<br>She secrets ope'd, and all unravell'd.<br>But on she will, and secrets tell<br>Of John and Joan, and Ned and Nell,<br>Reviling every one she knows,<br>As fancy leads, beneath the rose.<br>Her tongue so voluble and kind<br>It always runs before her mind;<br>As times do serve she slily pleads,<br>And copious tears still show her needs,<br>With promises as thick as weeds -<br>Speaks pro and con, is wondrous civil,<br>To-day a saint, to-morrow devil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor Truth she stripp'd, as has been said,<br>And naked left the lovely maid,<br>Who, scorning from her cause to wince,<br>Has gone stark naked ever since,<br>And ever naked will appear,<br>Beloved by all who Truth revere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a><div class=q>
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Falsehood and Truth walk'd out together,
The neighbouring woods and lawns to view,
As opposites will sometimes do:
Through many a blooming mead they pass'd,
And at a brook arrived at last:
The purling stream, t..."></div>
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