Treatise Thoughts Upon Liberty
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-thoughts-upon-liberty-010 |
| Words | 399 |
Why are you thus wringing your hands,
and screaming, to the terror of your quiet neighbours,
“Destruction | slavery 1 bondage ' Help, countrymen | Our
liberty is destroyed! Weare ruined, chained, fettered, undone!”
Fettered ! How? Where are the fetters, but in your own
imagination? There are none, either on your hands or mine:
Neither you nor I can show to any man in his senses, that we
have one chain upon us, even so big as a knitting-needle. 23. I do not say, that the ministry are without fault; or
that they have done all things well. But still I ask, What
is the liberty which we want? It is not civil or religious
liberty. These we have in such a degree as was never known
before, not from the times of William the Conqueror.”
But all this is nothing; this will never satisfy the bellua
multorum capitum. That “many-headed beast,” the people,
roars for liberty of another kind. Many want Indian liberty,
the liberty of cutting throats, or of driving a brace of balls
* If the famous Middlesex election was an exception to this, yet observe, one
Swallow makes no summer. through the head of those ugly-looking fellows, whom they
cannot abide the sight of Many more want the old High
land liberty, the convenient liberty of plundering. Many
others there are who want the liberty of war, of borrowing
their neighbours' wives or daughters; and not a few, though
they do not always avow it, the liberty of murdering their
Prince. 24. If you are a reasonable man, a man of real honour,
and consequently want none of these, I beg to know what
would you have? Considering the thing calmly, what liberty
can you reasonably desire which you do not already enjoy? What is the matter with you, and with multitudes of the
good people, both in England and Ireland, that they are
crying and groaning as if they were chained to an oar, or
barred up in the dungeons of the Inquisition? The plain. melancholy truth is this: There is a general infatuation,
which spreads, like an overflowing stream, from one end of
the land to the other; and a man must have great wisdom
and great strength, or he will be carried away by the torrent. But how can we account for this epidemic madness? for it
deserves no better name.