Chandos

Courage, my Lord, proceeds from self-dependence; Teach man to think he’s a free agent, Give but a slave his liberty, he’ll shake Off sloth, and build himself a hut, and hedge A spot of ground; this he’ll defend; ’tis his By right of nature. Thus set in action, He will still move onward to plan conveniences, Till glory fires his breast to enlarge his castle; While the poor slave drudges all day, in hope To rest at night.