Praise From An Enemy Smells Of Craft.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

Knowledge Forbidden? Suspicious, Reasonless. Why Should Their Lord Envy Them That? Can It Be A Sin To Know? Can It Be Death?

By Labor And Intent Study (which I Take To Be My Portion In This Life), Joined With The Strong Propensity Of Nature, I Might Perhaps Leave Something So Written To After-times, As They Should Not Willingly Let It Die.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round

Who Overcomes By Force, Hath Overcome But Half His Foe.