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Where Mistrust now has sway, put Trust to dwell,

And where Trust is, Mistrust; and all is well.

I don't quite follow. Please say that again,

Not quite so cleverly and rather plainer.

If we count all the men whom now we trust,

Suspect; and call on those whom now we spurn

To serve us, we may find deliverance yet.

And what say you?

First tell me about the City;

What servants does she choose? The good?

Great Heavens,

She loathes them!

And takes pleasure in the vile?

Not she, but has perforce to let them serve her!

What hope of comfort is there for a City

That quarrels with her silk and hates her hodden?

That's just what you must answer, if you want

To rise again!