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.