I now bid farewell to the country of my birth - of my passions - of my death; a country whose misfortunes have invoked my sympathies - whose factions I sought to quell - whose intelligence I prompted to a lofty aim - whose freedom has been my fatal dream. ↗
If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart. ↗