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CXXXII.
[To one who well observes, it will appear]
To one who well observes, it will appear,How the smooth Time doth make itself a glass
In which False Seeming may behold its face;
And worth is only prized that silk doth wear;
And vice is only vile that rags doth bear;
And bartered love can only find a place
On oily tongues, that once warm hearts did grace;
And simple living is but ill to fare;
And lies go forth sealed with white truth's impress;
And truth doth bear the signet of a lie;
And broken faith joins hand with fickleness:
For thus the foolish world goes all awry.
But be thou fixed in truth and stedfastness,
Giving thyself good heed continually.
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