170 Nigijtjjfia&je, or Bittcr-stoift. 
Nightshade, or Bitter-sweet.... Truth,. 
According 'to the belief of the ancients, Truth was 
the mother of Virtue, the daughter of Time, and queen 
of the world. It is a frequent saying, that Truth lies 
at the bottom of a well, and that she always mingles 
some bitterness with her sweet blessings; and we have 
chosen for her emblem a plant which, like her, delights 
in the shade, and is evergreen. The Nightshade is the 
only plant in England which loses and reproduces its 
leaves twice a year. 
Truth, crushed to earth will rise again, 
The eternal years of God are hers; 
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, 
And dies among her worshippers. 
Bryant. 
The pure deep sky above may figure Truth; 
Though mists and clouds may long obscure its face, 
Gaze with patience, and ere long they’ll pass. 
Peerhold. 
’Tis not enough your counsel shall be true; 
Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do. 
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, 
And things unknown proposed as things forgot. 
Without good breeding, truth is disapproved; 
That only makes superior sense beloved. 
Pope. 
