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

The never-ending flight Of future days.

Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.