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If fallacies come knocking at my door, / I'd rather feed, and shelter full a score, / Than hide behind the black portcullis, doubt, / And run the risk of barring one Truth out.
And if pretension for a time deceive, / And prove me one too ready to believe, / Far less my shame, than if by stubborn act, / I brand as lie, some great colossal Fact.
On my soul's door, the latch-string hangs outside; / Within, the lighted candle. Let me guide / Some errant follies, on their wandering way, / Rather, than Wisdom give no welcoming ray.