Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

The very flag of freedom that waves over our heads is formed from material cultivated by slaves, on soil moistened with their blood drawn from them by the whip of a republican taskmaster!

Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.

The devil…the prowde spirite…cannot endure to be mocked.

I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.

Punishing desecration of the flag dilutes the very freedom that makes this emblem so revered.