Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body

These Eyes, Tho' Clear To Outward View Of Blemish Or Of Spot, Bereft Of Light, Their Seeing Have Forgot, Nor To Their Idle Orbs Doth Sight Appear Of Sun, Or Moon, Or Star, Throughout The Year, Or Man, Or Woman. Yet I Argue Not Against Heaven's Hand Or Will, Not Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

The Whole Freedom Of Man Consists Either In Spiritual Or Civil Liberty.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.

But What More Oft In Nations Grown Corrupt, And By Their Vices Brought To Servitude, Than To Love Bondage More Than Liberty, Bondage With Ease Than Strenuous Liberty.