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I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

The Journey Of High Honor Lies Not In Smooth Ways.

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His