Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.