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I Know Not What Others May Choose But, As For Me, Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death.

It Is In Vain, Sir, To Extenuate The Matter. Gentlemen May Cry, “peace! Peace!” — But There Is No Peace. The War Is Actually Begun! The Next Gale That Sweeps From The North Will Bring To Our Ears The Clash Of Resounding Arms! Our Brethren Are Already In The Field! Why Stand We Here Idle? What Is It That Gentlemen Wish? What Would They Have? Is Life So Dear, Or Peace So Sweet, As To Be Purchased At The Price Of Chains And Slavery? Forbid It, Almighty God! I Know Not What Course Others May Take; But As For Me, Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death!

If This Be Treason, Make The Most Of It!

If You Have Given Up Your Militia, And Congress Shall Refuse To Arm Them, You Have Lost Every Thing. Your Existence Will Be Precarious, Because You Depend On Others, Whose Interests Are Not Affected By Your Infelicity.

Oh, How Wretched Should I Be At This Moment, If I Had Not Made My Peace With God.