LXXXVIII.

If people contradict themselves, can I

Help contradicting them, and everybody,

Even my veracious self?—But that's a lie:

I never did so, never will—how should I?

He who doubts all things nothing can deny:

Truth's fountains may be clear—her streams are muddy,

And cut through such canals of contradiction,

That she must often navigate o'er fiction.

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