Note the utter assurance in these selections:

 

I know not what course others may take, but as for me give me liberty or give me

death.

 

--PATRICK HENRY.

 

I ne'er will ask ye quarter, and I ne'er will be your slave; But I'll swim the

sea of slaughter, till I sink beneath its wave.

 

--PATTEN.

 

Come one, come all. This rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.

 

--SIR WALTER SCOTT.

 

_INVICTUS_

 

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank

whatever Gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

 

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud; Under the

bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet