Too True
TRUTH’S words are oft so very true
And always when my lips he uses,
His foes, which let us hope, are few,
Declare he but the truth abuses.
Thus when he spake of Ella’s tongue,
She knew he meant the tongue of Fable;
And when of her sweet deeds he sung,
She kick’d his shins beneath the table.
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