The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.