The Poverty of Our Circumstances
In sharp edged lands where many dwell
All things are true or false, and if you try,
A little thought will be enough to tell
My truth from your illusion or your lie.
From which it follows, as the night the day,
Since all of us have use of reason’s tools
That all who disagree with what I say
With certainty are either rogues or fools.
I have not found it so; the world I see
Has honest men with minds as good as mine;
I can find reasons that seem good to me
But proofs beyond dispute are hard to find.