Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have

Innumerable As The Stars Of Night, Or Stars Of Morning, Dewdrops Which The Sun Impearls On Every Leaf And Every Flower.

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

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

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.

And Join With Thee Calm Peace And Quiet, Spare Fast, That Oft With Gods Doth Diet.