Do not take the lie however much it comforts,
Do not bite the false ho'er much it sings,
For truth will see the virtual through its diaphonous wings
And the good out clarion the jingle before its ring.
For error paves the way of falsehood
Evil strews its barbs with the lie's breath
And whatever seems to follow from its substance
Is a mockery of that of realities bereft.
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I believe the first line speaks to all. This one is enjoyed.