But Oh The Heavy Change,

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

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.

Sabrina Fair, Listen Where Thou Art Sitting Under The Glassy, Cool, Translucent Wave, In Twisted Braids Of Lilies Knitting The Loose Train Of Thy Amber-dropping Hair.