Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,
For there thy habitation is the heart-
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned-
To fetters, and the damp vaults dayless gloom,
Their country conquer with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor an altar-for 'twas trod
Until his very steps have left a trace
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Only a few prefer liberty-the majority seeks nothing more than fair masters. Sallust, Histories
Human nature is universally imbued with a desire for liberty, and a hatred for servitude. Caesar, Gallic Wars