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To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing

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Now all the truth is out,     Be secret and take defeat     From any brazen throat,     For how can you compete,     Being honour bred, with one     Who, were it proved he lies,     Were neither shamed in his own     Nor in his neighbours eyes?     Bred to a harder thing     Than Triumph, turn away     And like a laughing string     Whereon mad fingers play     Amid a place of stone,     Be secret and exult,     Because of all things known     That is most difficult

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