"If we are equal and if we are brethren, make me free," he would say to you; "and as a first favor cease to rob me of the gifts which nature has provided for me."
— MARMONTEL, Address in favor of the Peasants of the North (1757), OEuvres, Vol. X., p. 84.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land?
— SIR WALTER SCOTT, Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI., I.