The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little >>
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thund >>
Poetry should only occupy the idle. >>
Tyranny is always better organized than freedom. >>
I have sworn upon the altar of God eternal hostility against every for >>
Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their f >>
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.