What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh fair virgins and your flow'ring infants.
... and in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief.
Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords;
Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace,
And waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry, "Peace, freedom, and liberty!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories