Nor From Hell One Step No More

Confusion Heard His Voice, And Wild Uproar Stood Ruled, Stood Vast Infinitude Confined; Till At His Second Bidding Darkness Fled, Light Shone, And Order From Disorder Sprung.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

There Is No Truth Sure Enough To Justify Persecution.

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

And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change Of Fierce Extremes, Extremes By Change More Fierce.