Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
- Source
- Familiar Quotations, ninth edition (1905 printing)
The Lie.
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- attributed · historical anthology
Preserved as printed; independently unverified. - Historical coordinate
- c. 1585 AD · renaissance
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- Public domain (United States)
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Listed in the author section of Bartlett’s ninth-edition anthology, in the linked 1905 printing. Dates reflect that historical edition and may differ from modern scholarship.
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