The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.

Let Her (truth) And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse In A Free And Open Encounter?

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

Suffering For Truth's Sake Is Fortitude To Highest Victory, And To The Faithful Death The Gate Of Life.

Sufficient To Have Stood, Though Free To Fall.