Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.
Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round
God is thy law, thou mine.
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?