More Safe I Sing With Mortal Voice,

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.

But Now My Task Is Smoothly Done, I Can Fly, Or I Can Run Quickly To The Green Earth's End, Where The Bow'd Welkin Slow Doth Bend, And From Thence Can Soar As Soon To The Corners Of The Moon.

He Who Reigns Within Himself And Rules Passions, Desires, And Fears Is More Than A King.

If We Think We Regulate Printing, Thereby To Rectify Manners, We Must Regulate All Regulations And Pastimes, All That Is Delightful To Man.

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.