Tobias Smollett. 1721-1771

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;

Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,

Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,

Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

Ode to Independence.

Thy fatal shafts unerring move,
I bow before thine altar, Love!

Roderick Random. Chap. xl.

Facts are stubborn things.[392:1]

Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1.