What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

If At Great Things Thou Would'st Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth, And Treasure Heap, Not Difficult, If Thou Hearken To Me; Riches Are Mine, Fortune Is In My Hand, They Whom I Favor Thrive In Wealth Amain, While Virtue, Valor, Wisdom, Sit In Want.

Witness This New-made World, Another Heav'n From Heaven Gate Not Farr, Founded In View On The Clear Hyaline, The Glassie Sea; Of Amplitude Almost Immense, With Starr's Numerous, And Every Starr Perhaps A World Of Destined Habitation.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.