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Epigrams Phony now has good fortune and a wife Who’s faithful. Yet he holds you with his tale Of hardship, broken promises, loves crossed. Huckster of woe, he plays it to the life To win your coin of trust, then cry betrayal: He trades upon the language of the lost. ' Janus praised truth. To keep it from abuse He seldom spoke it. It was too good for use.  You are reading copyrighted material published by Ohio University Press/Swallow Press. Unauthorized posting, copying, or distributing of this work except as permitted under U.S. copyright law is illegal and injures the author and publisher. Slander accused a woman of assault Who only meant to sympathize, a fault He could not bear, for it revealed his need. Her comfort is she knows her faults, indeed, For them will answer. When he knows his as well Let him be candid. But then he would not tell. ' Poet admires the young man’s poem for this: “It is your own. All is as you require it.” But subject, tone, and feeling all are his. I wrote this in his style. He may admire it.  You are reading copyrighted material published by Ohio University Press/Swallow Press. Unauthorized posting, copying, or distributing of this work except as permitted under U.S. copyright law is illegal and injures the author and publisher. ...

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