No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
What hath night to do with sleep?
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.