Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.
And to the faithful: death, the gate of life.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.