No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.