Nothing o nothing against this Offence can make a lucrative defence;for a truly reckon that offence and defence by norm roost at polar opposite,O that you were yourself displeased at this contrast but the lull betwixt backward and forward violets,eternity whereon martals headed,can not decipher nor its hiatus bridged,O dreadful art,wherehas serfdom taken thee,where servitude,shall gaol's celebrated villain steeps from,Time's infinite bond lie imprisoned or what carapace of letters canhold off his lifelong bond?Or in whose brawn will its manacles befreed?O i none saviour,if it be not gallantry from the glamourous faces of the sun trodd'd,O worship gallantry,pour plaudits on the messiah of the sungods and sungoddess,And with the summer's honey and autumn's glory,shall its breath be held against the wreckages of time,not insulated by mortal brawn,cast at seas pacified,When rocky mound art so frosty thumbs,O dreadful art thou art gangrene to thy prisoner of conscience,Where the soul of the purest hardly rejoices