Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.