Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.