'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. read more

'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, 'My mother, drunk or sober.'

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

A brave man's country is wherever he chooses his abode.
[Lat., Patria est ubicumque vir fortis sedem elegerit.]

A brave man's country is wherever he chooses his abode.
[Lat., Patria est ubicumque vir fortis sedem elegerit.]

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

My country is the world, and my religion to do good.

My country is the world, and my religion to do good.

And bold and hard adventures t' undertake,
Leaving his country for his country's sake.

And bold and hard adventures t' undertake,
Leaving his country for his country's sake.

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their read more

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their safety, must not change
Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from
The secure shade of their own vines, to be
Scorched with the flames of war.

Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.