Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.