But made man’s breast no window to be read.

Glory to God; though given to King and Pope,

To seal our eyes, our bosoms none can ope;

There still shall freedom one asylum find:

Go to, make creeds and laws to scourge mankind;

Enthral them, hand and foot, and sight and speech,

Thought only, thought is barred beyond your reach;

What racks can bind? or what research unveil

The soul, with flesh encompassed as a mail

Of proof, impervious, save to God alone,