ABSTRACT
… though truth and falsehood bee Neare twins, yet truth a little elder is; Be busie to seeke her, beleeve mee this, Hee’s not of none, nor worst, that seekes the best. To adore, or scorne an image, or protest, May all be bad; doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleepe, or runne wrong, is. (John Donne, ‘Satyre III: Kinde Pitty Chokes My Spleene’, lines 72–9)
