Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.