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Augusta Davies Webster - Tell thee truth, sweet; noAugusta Davies Webster - Tell thee truth, sweet; no
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TELL thee truth, sweet; no. Truth is cross and sad and cold:     Lies are pitiful and kind, Honey-soft as Love`s own tongue: Let me, love, lie so.     Lies are like a summer wind, Wooing flower-buds to unfold     Lies will last while men are young. Tell thee truth, love; no.     Let me, sweet, lie so. Lies are Hope`s light ministers,     Footless birds upon the wing: Truth`s a name for plodding care: Tell thee truth, sweet; no.     Truth`s the east wind on the Spring— `Tis the wind, not Spring-time, errs.     Lies will last while maids are fair. Let me lie, love, so.
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