The soul of man (let man in homage bow
Who names his soul) a native of the skies!
High-born and free, her freedom should maintain,
Unsold, unmortgaged for earth’s little bribes.
Young.
Dearly pays the soul
For lodging ill; too dearly rents her day.
Young.
The soul, secure in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point: