Did I Request Thee, Maker,

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.

For Liberty Hath A Sharp And Double Edge, Fit Only To Be Handled By Just And Virtuous Men; To Bad And Dissolute, It Becomes A Mischief Unwieldy In Their Own Hands.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

The Whole Freedom Of Man Consists Either In Spiritual Or Civil Liberty.

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.