Proof (ii)

I sought your truth and lies to say that
And found you foe and friend to argue with:
This is the life critics must judge yet,
A fault from which he's making a wordsmith.


That which is dear,
That which has been my friend,
I could not live without equal compeer;
Whom that I gave, more he can have no end
But breath prolonged for years,
More futures that will be
That far and forth, nowhere
His frail mortality!

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