Thomas Babington Macaulay

And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
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And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?

The human race is governed by its imagination.
[Fr., C'est l'imagination qui gouverne le genre humain.]

The human race is governed by its imagination.
[Fr., C'est l'imagination qui gouverne le genre humain.]

We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one
of its periodical fits of morality.

We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one
of its periodical fits of morality.

A beggarly people,
A church and no steeple.

A beggarly people,
A church and no steeple.

A system in which the two great commandments were, to hate your
neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.

A system in which the two great commandments were, to hate your
neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.