I Think I Could Eat One Of

If I Were An American, As I Am An Englishman, While A Foreign Troop Was Landed In My Country, I Never Would Lay Down My Arms Never Never Never!

Confidence Is A Plant Of Slow Growth In An Aged Bosom.

The Poorest Man May, In His Cottage, Bid Defiance To All The Forces Of The Crown. It May Be Frail, Its Roof May Shake; The Wind May Blow Though It; The Storm May Enter; The Rain May Enter; But The King Of England May Not Enter; All His Force Dares Not Cross The Threshold Of The Ruined Tenement.

Unlimited Power Is Apt To Corrupt The Minds Of Those Who Posses It; And This I Know, My Lords: That Where Law Ends, Tyranny Begins.

Was Not Necessity The Plea Of Every Illegal Exertion Of Power Or Exercise Of Oppression?...necessity Is The Plea For Very Infringement Of Human Freedom. It Is The Argument Of Tyrants; It Is The Creed Of Slaves.