Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.

Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves.

Oh, my country! how I leave my country!

Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all That shared its shelter, perish in its fall.

The press is like the air, a chartered libertine.

Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it; and this I know, my lords, that where laws end, tyranny begins