 The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlyn Cooper, in Covington, Louisiana, December 8, 2007. Go, soul, the body's guest, upon a thankless errant, fear not to touch the best, the truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I need smith's die, and give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows, and shines like rotten wood. Say to the church it shows, what's good and doth no good. If church in court reply, then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live, acting by others' action, not loved unless they give, not strong but by a faction. If potentates reply, give potentates the lie. Tell men of high condition, that manage the estate, their purpose is ambition, their practice only hate. And if they want supply, then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave at most they beg for more by spending, who in their greatest cost seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, then give them all the lie. Tell zeal at once devotion, tell love at is but lust. Tell time at is but motion, tell flesh at is but dust. And wish them not reply, for thou must give the lie. Tell age at daily wasteeth, tell honor how it alters. Tell beauty how she blasteth, tell favor how it falters. And as they shall reply, give everyone the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles, and tickle points of niceness. Tell wisdom she entangles, herself in overwiseness. And when they do reply, straight give them both the lie. Tell physics of her boldness, tell skilleth is pretension. Tell charity of coldness, tell law at is contention. And as they do reply, so give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness, tell nature of decay. Tell friendship of unkindness, tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, but very biased aiming. Tell schools they want profoundness, and stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith that's fled the city. Tell how the country ereth. Tell manhood shakes all pity, tell virtue lease prefereth. If they do reply, spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast as I commanded thee dumb-blabbing, although to give the lie deserves no less than stabbing, stab at thee he that will, no stab the soul can kill. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh, read for LibriVox.org by Clorica. Go, soul the body's guest, upon a thankless errant. Fear not to touch the best, the truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die, and give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows, and shines like rotten wood. Say to the church it shows what's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live, acting by others' action. Not loved unless they give, not strong, but by a faction. If potentates reply, give potentates the lie. Tell men of high condition that manage the estate, their purpose is ambition, their practice only hate. And if they once reply, then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave at most they beg for more by spending, who in their greatest cost seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, tell love it is but lust, tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust, and wish them not reply, for thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteeth, tell honour how it alters, tell beauty how she blasteth, tell favour how it falters, and as they shall reply give every one the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles in tickle points of niceness, tell wisdom she entangles herself in overwisness, and when they do reply straight give them both the lie. Tell physique of her boldness, tell skill it is pretension, tell charity of coldness, tell law it is contention, and as they do reply so give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness, tell nature of decay, tell friendship of unkindness, tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, but vary by esteeming. Tell schools they want profoundness, and stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's flood the city, tell how the country ereth, tell manhood shakes off pity, tell virtue least prefereth. And if they do reply, spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I commanded thee, done blabbing, although to give the lie deserves no less than stabbing, grab at thee he that will, no stab the soul can kill. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh, read for LibriVox.org by Daleybub. Go, soul, the body's guest, upon a thankless aren't. Fear not to touch the best, the truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die, and give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows and shines like rotten wood. Say to the church it shows what's good, and doth no good. If the church and court reply, then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live acting by others' action, not loved unless they give, not strong but by a faction. If potentates reply, give potentates the lie. Tell men of high condition that manage the estate. Their purpose is ambition, their practice only hate, and if they once reply, then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave it most, they beg for more by spending. Do, in their greatest cost, seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust. Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust. And wish them not reply, for thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteeth. Tell honour how it alters. Tell beauty how she blasteth. Tell favour how it falters. And as they shall reply, give every one the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles in tickle points of niceness. Tell wisdom she entangles herself in over-wiseness. And when they do reply, straight give them both the lie. Tell physique of her boltness. Tell skill it is pretension. Tell charity of coltness. Tell law it is contention. And as they do reply, so give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness. Tell nature of decay. Tell friendship of unkindness. Tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, but vary by esteeming. Tell schools they want profoundness, and stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city. Tell how the country ereth. Tell manhood shakes of pity. Tell virtue least prefereth. And if they do reply, spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I commanded thee, done blabbing, Allo to give the lie deserved no less than stabbing, Stab at thee he that will, no stab the soul can kill. The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh. Read for LibriVox.org by D. E. Woodcower. Go soul the body's guest upon a thankless errant. Fear not to touch the best, the truth shall be thy warrant. Go since I needs must die, and give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows, and shines like rotten wood. Say to the church it shows what's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live, acting by others' action. Not loved unless they give not strong, but by affection. If potentates reply, give potentates the lie. Real men of high condition that manage the estate, their purpose is ambition, their practice only hate. And if they once reply, then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave it most, they beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust. Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust. And wish them not reply, for thou must give the lie. Tell age daily wasteeth. Tell honour how it alters. Tell beauty how she blasteth. Tell favour how it falters. And as they shall reply, give everyone the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles in tickle points of niceness. Tell wisdom she entangles herself in overwisness. And when they do reply, straight give them both the lie. Tell physic of her boldness. Tell skill it is pretension. Tell charity of coldness. Tell law it is contention. And as they do reply, so give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness. Tell nature of decay. Tell friendship of unkindness. Tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, but vary by a steaming. Tell schools they want profoundness, and stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city. Tell how the country earth. Tell manhood shakes off pity. Tell virtue least prefereth. And if they do reply, spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I commanded, the done babbling. Although to give the lie deserves no less than stabbing. Stab at thee, he that will. No stab the soul can kill. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh. Read for LibriVox.org by Durant Hare. December 2007, North Carolina. www.duranthair.com Go, soul, the body's guest, upon a thankless errant. Fear not to touch the best. The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die, and give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows and shines like rotten wood. Say to the church it shows what's good and doth no good. If church and court reply, then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live, acting by others' action. Not loved unless they give, not strong but by a faction. Give potentates reply, give potentates the lie. Tell men of high condition that manage the estate, their purpose is ambition, their practice only hate, and if they once reply, then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave at most they beg for more by spending, who, in their greatest cost, seek nothing but commending, and if they make reply, then give them all the lie. Tell zeal at once devotion. Tell love it is but lust. Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust. And wish them not reply, for thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteeth, tell honor how it alters, tell beauty how she blasteth, tell favor how it falters, and as they shall reply, give every one the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles, and tickle points of niceness, tell wisdom she entangles herself in over-wiseness, and when they do reply, straight give them both the lie. Tell physique of her boldness, tell skill it is pretension, tell charity of coldness, tell law it is contention, and as they do reply, so give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness, tell nature of decay, tell friendship of unkindness, tell justice of delay, and if they will reply, then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, but vary by esteeming. Tell schools they want profoundness, and stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city, tell how the country ereth. Tell manhood shakes off pity, tell virtue least prefereth, and if they do reply, spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I commanded thee, done blabbing, although to give the lie deserves no less than stabbing, stab at thee he that will. Though stab the soul can kill, end of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh, read for LibriVox.org by J. C. Guan, Montreal, November 2007. Go soul, the body's guest, upon a thankless aren't, fear not to touch the best, the truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die, and give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows, and shines like rotten wood. Say to the church it shows what's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, then give them both the lie. Tell patented they live, acting by others' action. Not loved unless they give, not strong but by a faction. If patented reply, give patented the lie. Tell men of high condition that's managed the estate. Their purpose is ambition, their practice only hate. And if they once reply, then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave it most, they beg for more by spending, who in their greatest cost seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, tell love it is but lust, tell time it is but motion, tell flesh it is but dust. And wish them not reply, for thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasted, tell honor how it alters, tell beauty how she blasteth, tell favor how it falters. And as they shall reply, give everyone the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles, in tickled points of niceness, tell wisdom she entangles herself in over wiseness. And when they do reply, straight give them both the lie. Tell physique of her boldness, tell skill it is pretension, tell charity of coldness, tell law it is contention. And as they do reply, so give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness, tell nature of decay, tell friendship of unkindness, tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, but vary by esteeming. Tell schools they want profoundness, and stand too much unseeming. Give arts and schools reply, give arts and schools the lie. Tell fate it's flood the city, tell how the country errs, tell manhood shakes off pity, tell virtue least preferred. And if they do reply, spur not to give the lie. Commended thee done blabbing, although to give the lie deserve no less than stabbing, stab at thee he that will, no stab the soul can kill. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.