Education Of Youth Is Not A Bow

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

(that Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind) To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days; But The Fair Guerdon When We Hope To Find, And Think To Burst Out Into Sudden Blaze, Comes The Blind Fury With Th' Abhorred Shears And Slits The Thin-spun Life.

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.