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They tell us, sir, that we are weak;
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unable to cope with so formidable an adversary.
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But when shall we be stronger?
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Will it be the next week, or the next year?
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Will it be when we are totally disarmed,
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and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
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Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
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Shall we aquire the means of effectual resistance
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by lying supinely on our backs
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and hugging the delusive phantom of hope,
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until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot?
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Sir, we are not weak
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if we make a proper use of those means
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which the God of nature hath placed in our power.
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The millions of people,
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armed in the holy cause of liberty
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and in such a country as that which we possess,
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are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
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Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone
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There is a just God
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Who presides over the destinies of nations,
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and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
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The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone;
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it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
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Besides, sir, we have no election.
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If we were base enough to desire it,
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it is now too late to retire from the contest.
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There is no retreat, but in submission and slavery!
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Our chains are forged!
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Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston!
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The war is inevitable -- and let it come!
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I repeat, sir, let it come.
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It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter.
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Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace -- but there is no peace
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The war is actually begun!
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The next gale that sweeps from the north
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will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms!
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Our brethren are already in the field!
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Why stand we here idle?
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What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have?
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Is life so dear, or peace so sweet,
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as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?
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Forbid it, Almighty God!
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I know not what course others may take;
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but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
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