My Sentence Is For Open War.

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

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

I Cannot Praise A Fugitive And Cloistered Virtue, Unexercised And Unbreathed, That Never Sallies Out And Sees Her Adversary, But Slinks Out Of The Race Where That Immortal Garland Is To Be Run For, Not Without Dust And Heat.

Let Us No More Contend, Nor Blame Each Other, Blamed Enough Elsewhere, But Strive, In Offices Of Love, How We May Lighten Each Other's Burden.

The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.