That Is True Liberty, Which Bears A

One Man By Delay Restored The State, For He Preferred The Public Safety To Idle Report. [lat., Unus Homo Nobis Cunctando Restituit Rem, Non Ponebat Enim Rumores Ante Salutem.]

Here Is He Laid To Whom For Daring Deed, Nor Friend Nor Foe Could Render Worthy Meed.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.