It Is Natural To Man To Indulge

I Look On That Paper (the Constitution) As The Most Fatal Plan That Could Possibly Be Conceived To Enslave A Free People.

Gentlemen May Cry, Peace, Peace! – But There Is No Peace.

Implements Of War And Subjugation Are The Last Arguments To Which Kings Resort.

It Is In Vain, Sir, To Extenuate The Matter. Gentlemen May Cry, “peace! Peace!” — But There Is No Peace. The War Is Actually Begun! The Next Gale That Sweeps From The North Will Bring To Our Ears The Clash Of Resounding Arms! Our Brethren Are Already In The Field! Why Stand We Here Idle? What Is It That Gentlemen Wish? What Would They Have? Is Life So Dear, Or Peace So Sweet, As To Be Purchased At The Price Of Chains And Slavery? Forbid It, Almighty God! I Know Not What Course Others May Take; But As For Me, Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death!

Were My Soul Trembling On The Wing Of Eternity, Were This Hand Freezing To Death, Were My Voice Choking With The Last Struggle, I Would Still, With The Last Gasp Of That Voice, Implore You To Remember The Truth: God Has Given America To Be Free.