Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
We two are to ourselves a crowd.
The love of country is more powerful than reason itself.
Happy the man who ventures boldly to defend what he holds dear.
There is something in omens.