They love their land, because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why.
_Connecticut_. F-G. HALLECK.
No factious voice
Called them unto the field of generous fame,
But the pure consecrated love of home;
No deeper feeling sways us, when it wakes
In all its greatness.
_The Graves of the Patriots_. J.G. PERCIVAL.
The worst of rebels never arm
To do their king and country harm,
But draw their swords to do them good,
As doctors use, by letting blood.
_Hudibras_. S. BUTLER.
Hail! Independence, hail! Heaven's next best gift,
To that of life and an immortal soul!
_Liberty, Pt. V_.
J. THOMSON.
The inextinguishable spark, which fires
The soul of patriots.
_Leonidas_.
R. GLOVER.
I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, than mine own life.
_Coriolanus, Act_ iii. _Sc_. 3.
SHAKESPEARE.
What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!
_Cato, Act_ iv. _Sc_. 4. J. ADDISON.