When the people throw off their fear of the tyrant, he is undone ;
and if he were not afraid of them, his tyranny would be intolerable.—
and if he were not afraid of them, his tyranny would be intolerable.—
Beattie.
Look how haughty and proud, how empty and vain1
Are the men who live on our toil and our pain.2
See this is their picture !— and shall we still pay3
Such vultures as these on our vitals to prey ?4
No !— never—oh ! never—shall Britons bow down,5
And shrink from their duty at tyranny’s frown ?6
Let our hatred and scorn be all they shall find,7
Who would rob us, and chain us, both body and mind.8
May Liberty’s beams her blest radiance impart,9
And rouse into action each crush’d British heart !10
Despite of their dungeons, their fines, and decrees,11
Who ?— who will bow down to such reptiles as these12