All Hell Broke Loose.

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

So Much I Feel My Genial Spirits Droop, My Hopes All Flat, Nature Within Me Seems In Her Functions Weary Of Herself.

The Pious And Just Honoring Of Ourselves May Be Thought The Fountainhead From Whence Every Laudable And Worthy Enterprise Issues Forth.

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

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