Nothing is so galling to a people not broken in from the birth, as a paternal, or, in other words, a meddling government, a government which tells th… - Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay

And how can man die better than facing fearful odds. For the ashes of his fathers and the temples of his gods

When the goodman mends his armor, And trims his helmet's plume; When the goodwife's shuttle merrily Goes flashing through the loom; With weeping and with laughter Still is the story told, How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.

No sound of joy or sorrow
Was heard from either bank;
But friends and foes in dumb surprise,
With parted lips and straining eyes,
Stood gazing where he sank;
And when above the surges,
They saw his crest appear,
All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry,
And even the ranks of Tuscany
Could scarce forbear to cheer.