Force us to yield. ’Twill never be too late To sue6 for chains and own7 a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out 95 In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day’s liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato’s judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum

A single hour snatched from death outweighs a whole existence of tortures.

One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.

To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without a name.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation.

A little imprisonment — if it’s of your own making — can set you free.

A nation may lose its liberties in a day and not miss them in a century

Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.

[...] It is better to live for just a single day as a ruler than to live for forty years as an abject slave.

[...] It is better to live for just a single day as a ruler than to live for forty years as an abject slave.

eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.

Were a man to live as long as Methuselah, and to spend all his days in the highest delights sin can offer, one hour of the anguish and tribulation that must follow, would far outweigh them.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, Throughout the sensual world proclaim,
One crouded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.