\ufeffWilliam Butler Yeats<\/p>\n
Now all the truth is out,
\nBe secret and take defeat
\nFrom any brazen throat,
\nFor how can you compete,
\nBeing honor bred, with one
\nWho were it proved he lies
\nWere neither shamed in his own
\nNor in his neighbors’ eyes?
\nBred to a harder thing
\nThan triumph, turn away…
\nAnd like a laughing string
\nWhereon mad fingers play
\nAmid a place of stone,
\nBe secret and exult,
\nBecause of all things known
\nThat is most difficult.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\ufeffWilliam Butler Yeats Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honor bred, with one Who were it proved he lies Were neither shamed in his own … Continue reading