Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare,
However pure the breast, to lay it bare?


Title poem - The Venetian Bracelet (1829)


Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare, However pure the breast, to lay it bare?

Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare, However pure the breast, to lay it bare?

Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare, However pure the breast, to lay it bare?

Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare, However pure the breast, to lay it bare?