Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

What Honour That, But Tedious Waste Of Time, To Sit And Hear So Many Hollow Compliments And Lies.

This Is Servitude, To Serve Th'unwise, Or Him Who Hath Rebelled Against His Worthier, As Thine Now Serve Thee, Thyself Not Free, But To Thyself Enthralled.

We Read Not That Christ Ever Exercised Force But Once; And That Was To Drive Profane Ones Out Of His Temple, Not To Force Them In.

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.

The Nodding Horror Of Whose Shady Brows Threats The Forlorn And Wandering Passenger.