I detest any submission to a people who
have either ceased to be human, or have not virtue enough to feel their own
wretchedness. If ye love comfort better than liberty, the tranquility of
servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, [then] go from us in
peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands of your
master. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye
were our countrymen!"