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No rack can torture me, / My soul's at liberty / Behind this mortal bone / There knits a bolder one
You cannot prick with saw, / Nor rend with scymitar. / Two bodies therefore be; / Bind one, and one will flee.
The eagle of his nest / No easier divest / And gain the sky, / Than mayest thou,
Except thyself may be / Thine enemy; / Captivity is consciousness, / So's liberty.