Every One With This Writ May Be

These Manly Sentiments, In Private Life, Make The Good Citizen; In Public Life, The Patriot And The Hero.

I Am Forced To Get My Living By The Labour Of My Hand; And The Sweat Of My Brow... For Bitter Bread, Earned Under The Frowns Of Some Who Have No Natural Or Divine Right To Be Above Me, And Entirely Owe Their Grandeur And Honor To Grinding The Faces Of The Poor.

Every One With This Writ May Be A Tyrant In A Legal Manner, Also May Control, Imprison, Or Murder Any One Within The Realm.

My Dear Sister, I Hope, When God Almighty In His Righteous Providence Shall Take Me Out Of Time Into Eternity, That It Will Be By A Flash Of Lightning.

Can There Be Any Liberty Where Property Is Taken Away Without Consent?