And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A

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

To Live A Life Half Dead, A Living Death.

Th' Ethereal Mould Incapable Of Stain Would Soon Expel Her Mischief, And Purge Off The Baser Fire, Victorious. Thus Repuls'd, Our Final Hope Is Flat Despair.

O Loss Of Sight, Of Thee I Most Complain! Blind Among Enemies, O Worse Than Chains, Dungeon, Or Beggary, Or Decrepit Age!

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.