In Argument With Men A Woman Ever

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

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

Though All The Winds Of Doctrine Were Let Loose To Play Upon The Earth, So Truth Be In The Field, We Do Injuriously By Licensing And Prohibiting To Misdoubt Her Strength. Let Her And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse, In A Free And Open Encounter.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.