No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Byron.—The Corsair, Canto III. Stanza 22.
Where love in all its glory shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
Dr. Beddome.—A Hymn, Verse 1.
How sweet the words of truth, breathed from the lips of love!
Beattie.—The Minstrel, Book II. Verse 53. Line last.
Truth, in sunny vest array’d.
Collins.—Ode on the Poetical Character.