If Fallacies Come Knocking At My Door, I'd Rather Feed, And Shelter Full A Score, Than Hide Behind The Black Portcullis, Doubt, And Run The Risk Of Barring One Truth Out. And If Pretension For A Time Deceive, And Prove Me One Too Ready To Believe, Far Less My Shame, Than If By Stubborn Act, I Brand As Lie, Some Great Colossal Fact. On My Soul'S Door, The Latch-String Hangs Outside; Within, The Lighted Candle. Let Me Guide Some Errant Follies, On Their Wandering Way, Rather, Than Wisdom Give No Welcoming Ray.