What you would seem to be, be really.
I am a mortal enemy to arbitrary government and unlimited power.
A little neglect may breed great mischief. ... For want of a nail, the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe, the horse was lost; for want of a horse, the battle was lost; for want of the battle, the war was lost.
The world is run by the people who show up.
Would thou confound thy enemy, be good thyself.
I am lord of myself, accountable to none.