LXXXVII.

Also observe, that, like the great Lord Coke (See Littleton), whene'er I have expressed Opinions two, which at first sight may look Twin opposites, the second is the best. Perhaps I have a third too, in a nook, Or none at all--which seems a sorry jest: But if a writer should be quite consistent, How could he possibly show things existent?

LXXXVIII.

If people contradict themselves, can I Help contradicting them, and everybody, Even my veracious self?--But that's a lie: I never did so, never will--how should I? He who doubts all things nothing can deny: Truth's fountains may be clear--her streams are muddy, And cut through such canals of contradiction, That she must often navigate o'er fiction.