Who, As They Sung, Would Take The

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

Wild Above Rule Or Art, Enormous Bliss.

He That Has Light Within His Own Clear Breast May Sit In The Centre, And Enjoy Bright Day: But He That Hides A Dark Soul And Foul Thoughts Benighted Walks Under The Mid-day Sun; Himself His Own Dungeon.

But What More Oft In Nations Grown Corrupt, And By Their Vices Brought To Servitude, Than To Love Bondage More Than Liberty, Bondage With Ease Than Strenuous Liberty.

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