Is Not The Truth The Truth?

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

And Fearless Minds Climb Soonest Unto Crowns.

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.