Dark With Excessive Bright.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

Arms On Armour Clashing Bray'd Horrible Discord, And The Madding Wheels Of Brazen Chariots Rag'd: Dire Was The Noise Of Conflict.

Anarchy Is The Sure Consequence Of Tyranny; For No Power That Is Not Limited By Laws Can Ever Be Protected By Them.

Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The Busy Hum Of Men.