The Truth? You Can't Handle the Truth!

Here we have a portrait of Truth. Make sure you note the oh-so-subtle symbolism, which is helpfully explained by the accompanying poem in case you missed it:

Her right hand holds the faithful mirror clear,
Where all things open as the light appear:
Her left, upon the sacred page reclines,
Where unadulterate truth resplendent shines;

Well, you get the idea. The little thing under her feet might make you think that Truth is a harsh critic of the dramatic arts, but not to worry -- it's just the "world's false mask" that she is "trampl[ing] down with scorn". And that's her temple in the background, "standing forth reflecting in the silvery stream." I hear it has granite countertops and a fantastic media room!