Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

Courtesy which oft is found in lowly sheds, with smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls and courts of princes, where it first was named.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.