Fall, Ephemeral Fall
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When all honesty return’d with contempt,
Return as unspoken vulgarities;
Tis’ thine own lips, contorted; words attempt
Displacing love, truth, for false charities.
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Neither Saint, nor Sinner, wherefore lies true speech?
As chaste, yet base, for layeth mine between.
Where honesty doth lie beyond thy reach,
Why speak thee lies, fallacies, so obscene?
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I love not riches, prestige, nor power;
All ‘ere loved I, but true, love honesty.
Abortive, words, pluck’d barren thy flower,
Reveal how thoughts breed thy deformity.
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Ephemeral petals, brittle’d rust!
Defile’d virtue, love’s truth withers to dust.
