If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head