What needs perfection to ever demand,
From others and thyself such strict measures,
That could bring even saints to reprimand,
And cut gravely on most of life's pleasures;
What faults, impure, would make you a recluse,
For even steel has rust, and rot to waste,
Honey has grubs blended with nectar juice,
And cheese may have maggots all crushed to taste;
The purest gold needs be alloyed with tin,
And kingly courts did also have the clowns,
A deck of cards have hearts and knaves within,
Even this very soul have sins, it owns;
....These wits may stir many a learned mind,
....But so are slips, a joy for some to find.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

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