False happiness is like false money; it passes for a long time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.
True, conscious honor is to feel no sin, he's armed without that's innocent within; be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass.
True, conscious honour is to feel no sin; he's armed without that's innocent within.
If I am right, Thy grace impartStill in the right to stay;If I am wrong, O, teach my heartTo find that better way!
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.