Integrity's a thing
That is wrong to try for,
Highly attained,
Rightly acclaimed.

Integrity's a thing
That no man is made for;
Once it's obtained
It can't be sustained:

A brilliant garment
Existing of itself,
The hem
Within one's grasp,

But not the coat,
Whose extent,
Infinite by nature,
Journeys beyond.

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