Sonnet, My Freedom (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My freedom gives me courage and free will
To walk away from insolence and nuisance,
What man in his mood utter and then spraints
From mouth - the good corn with envy he'll spill;
Only evil spirit - will his voice distill,
All of his words will continue only ance
For what he was saying to true ears faints,
Nothing in his love the earth can fulfill.

But the wisdom that is from the above:
Is full of mercy and gentle with good fruit
Without estimate and hypocrisy;
For it thrives only on man's honest love
And righteousness, - not quarrel or dispute;
Is sown in peace of them that make peace free.