Some of you may feel it's true for each other. It may fit your
political view. It may make the hopeful cynic in some smile or frown.

W. B. Yeats

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete
Being honor bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in is own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes?

Ordinarily I find Yeats to be a bit too much of bottom of the bottle
Irish self pitiful when I don't find him to be overly cynical and
brittle, but this bit of cynicism seemed right to me.

Any punctuation errors or spelling errors are my own. Any of grammar
are his, but of poetic necessity.

Cyli
r.bc: vixen. Minnow goddess. Speaker to squirrels.
Often taunted by trout.

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