Note 420 — Chapter XLIV
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"Such be the sons of Spain, and strange her fate They fight for freedom who were never free; A kingless people for a nerveless state, Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee, True to the veriest slaves of treachery: Fond of a land which gave them nought but life, Pride points the path that leads to liberty; Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife, War, war is still the cry, 'War even to the knife!'"
Childe Harold, c. i., st. 86.