I would die for my country . . . but I would not let my country die for me.

I would die for my country . . . but I would not let my country die for me.

They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.

They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.

That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or read more

That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow
warmer among the runs of Iona.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Father of his country.
[Lat., Pater pariae.]

Father of his country.
[Lat., Pater pariae.]

Who would not be that youth? What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our read more

Who would not be that youth? What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right read more

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

Love of country is like love of woman--he loves her best who seeks to bestow on her the highest good.

Love of country is like love of woman--he loves her best who seeks to bestow on her the highest good.

Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world read more

Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world round.