Where law ends tyranny begins.
Where law ends tyranny begins.
A long train of these practices has at length unwillingly convinced me that there is something behind the throne greater than the King himself.
We have a Calvinistic creed, a Popish liturgy, and an Armenian clergy.
I rejoice that America has resisted. Three millions of people, so dead to all the feelings of liberty, as voluntary to submit to be slaves, would have been fit instruments to make slaves of the rest.
I invoke the genius of the constitution.
Reparation for our rights at home, and security against the like future violations.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail its roof may shake the wind may blow through it the storms may enter, the rain may enter, but the King of England cannot enter all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement.
Necessity is the excuse for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of the tyrant and the creed of the slave.
The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman Walpole has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, I shall attempt neither to palliate nor deny but content myself with wishing that I be one of those whose follies shall cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience.
The atrocious crime of being a young man . . . I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny.
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