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NE CREDE COLORI:
OR, TRUST NOT TO APPEARANCES.
The musty old maxim is wise,
Although with antiquity hoary;
What an excellent homily lies
In the motto, Ne crede colori!
Although with antiquity hoary;
What an excellent homily lies
In the motto, Ne crede colori!
A blustering minion of Mars
Is vaunting his battles so gory;
You see some equivocal scars,
And mutter, Ne crede colori!
Is vaunting his battles so gory;
You see some equivocal scars,
And mutter, Ne crede colori!
A fellow solicits your tin
By telling a runaway story;
You look at his ebony skin,
And think of, Ne crede colori!
By telling a runaway story;
You look at his ebony skin,
And think of, Ne crede colori!
You gaze upon beauty that vies
With the rose and the lily in glory,
But certain “inscrutable dyes”
Remind you, Ne crede colori!
With the rose and the lily in glory,
But certain “inscrutable dyes”
Remind you, Ne crede colori!
There 's possibly health in the flush
That rivals the red of Aurora;
But brandy-and-water can blush,
And whisper, Ne crede colori!
That rivals the red of Aurora;
But brandy-and-water can blush,
And whisper, Ne crede colori!
My story is presently done,
Like the ballad of good Mother Morey,
But all imposition to shun,
Remember, Ne crede colori!
Like the ballad of good Mother Morey,
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Remember, Ne crede colori!
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