English poem
O GIVE me your plain dealing fellows
by Anonymous
O GIVE me your plain dealing fellows, Who never from honesty shrink; Not thinking on all they should tell us, But telling us all that they think.
Truth from man flows like wine from a bottle, His free spoken heart's a full cup; But when truth sticks half way in the throttle, Man's worse than a bottle cork'd up.
Compliance is a Gingerbread creature, Us'd for shew, like a watch by each spark; But truth is a golden repeater, That sets a man right in the dark.