The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

Freely we serve, because freely we love.

Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.