Unless you keep one just to light a cigar.
For they are but paper—is paper to bind
The young Eagle to Earth, when to soar he's a mind?
He will snap the weak chain the first instant he springs
With the sun in his eye and the steam in his wings.
Loss of credit! what's that to the souls who rely
On themselves, and the hiss of the world can defy?
What is debt? Don't the talented Emerson say
We have got other debts, besides money, to pay?
We reckon those other debts due first to fall,