When they bring him accounts of the sufferings heaped on the poor by their lords, he rejoices that the day of their deliverance is hastened thus; for, he philosophizes,
"'Tis better, being slaves, that we should suffer.
Men must be thus, by chains and scourges, roused.
The stealthy wolf will sleep the long days out
In his green fastness, motionless and dull;
But let the hunter's toils entrap and bind him,
He'll gnaw his chained limbs from his reeking frame,
And die in freedom. Left unto their nature,
Men make slaves of themselves; and it is only
When the red hand of force is at their throats