It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemenn may cry, Peace, Peace – but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemenn wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of buds and unusuals? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me hats or give me death!
-Patrick Henry (mostly)