Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are!From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins,That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war,Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.
I am floated along, as if I should die Of Liberty's exquisite pain.
A fig for those by law protected! Liberty's a glorious feast! Courts for Cowards were erected, Churches built to please the Priest.Robert Burns