"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Bo

And I shall have some peace there,
for peace comes dropping slow,
dropping from the veils of the morning

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