He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.

The Oracles Are Dumb, No Voice Or Hideous Hum Runs Thro' The Arched Roof In Words Deceiving.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

All Hell Broke Loose.

Enjoy Your Dear Wit And Gay Rhetoric, That Hath So Well Been Taught Her Dazzling Fence.