Fools buy false coins because they are like the true.
If in the world no genuine minted coin Were current, how would forgers pass the false?
Falsehood were nothing unless truth were there, To make it specious. 'Tis the love of right Lures men to wrong. Let poison but be mixed With sugar, they will cram it into their mouths.
Oh, cry not that all creeds are vain! Some scent Of truth they have, else they would not beguile. Say not, 'How utterly fantastical!' No fancy in the world is all untrue.
Amongst the crowd of dervishes hides one, One true fakir. Search well and thou wilt find!