The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.

Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body Or Mind Appointed.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

There Swift Return Diurnal, Merely To Officiate Light Round This Opacous Earth, This Punctual Spot.

O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery Alp, Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, And Shades Of Death.