Nor Love Thy Life, Nor

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

And Sing To Those That Hold The Vital Shears; And Turn The Adamantine Spindle Round, On Which The Fate Of Gods And Men Is Wound.

Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In Music Lie.

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

None Can Love Freedom Heartily, But Good Men; The Rest Love Not Freedom, But License.