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Orpheus with his Lute, from Henry VIII
William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute, with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing.
To his music plants and flow’rs
Ever sprung as sun and show’rs
There had made a lasting spring.
Ev’ry thing that heard him play
Ev’n the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by,
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart,
Fall asleep, or hearing die,
Fall asleep, or hearing die.

Orpheus with his Lute, from Henry VIII,

Written by President John Quincy Adams in 1821:

“Wherever the standard of freedom and Independence has been or shall be unfurled, there will her heart, her benedictions and her prayers be. But she goes not abroad, in search of monsters to destroy. She is the well-wisher to the freedom and independence of all. She is the champion and vindicator only of her own. She will commend the general cause by the countenance of her voice, and the benignant sympathy of her example. She well knows that by once enlisting under other banners than her own, were they even the banners of foreign independence, she would involve herself beyond the power of extrication, in all the wars of interest and intrigue, of individual avarice, envy, and ambition, which assume the colors and usurp the standard of freedom. The fundamental maxims of her policy would insensibly change from liberty to force…. She might become the dictatress of the world. She would be no longer the ruler of her own spirit….”

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