For This Relief, Much Thanks

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.