Shrink to your cellars, holes and cells;
In halls ye deck another dwells.
Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see
The steel ye tempered glance on ye.
With plow and spade, and hoe and loom,
Trace your grave and build your tomb,
And weave your winding-sheet, till fair
England is your sepulchre!
— PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, Song — To the Men of England.