You don't prove honesty. You accept it. You prove dishonesty. If you meet someone and they tell you their real name, you accept that. If you have reason to not believe them, you investigate to see if they are lying. You are looking for proof of dishonesty. When you find that they weren't dishonest, you are elated because your acceptance of their honesty was justified. If you find that they lied, you are upset because you proved that they are dishonest.”
The roadway in London is dull and grey. But there is nature’s beauty all round in the isle of Innisfree. The poet finds himself surrounded by the beauty of nature and its sounds. He hears the sweet sound of the lake water lapping against the shore.
