More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.

Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.