O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.