Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns

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

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

A Dungeon Horrible, On All Sides Round, As One Great Furnace, Flamed; Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible Serv'd Only To Discover Sights Of Woe, Regions Of Sorrow, Doleful Shades, Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes That Comes To All; But Torture Without End.

The Liberty Of Conscience, Which Above All Other Things Ought To Be To All Men Dearest And Most Precious.

Our Reason Is Our Law.