Free horses need wide prairies; and fortunate for you, sovereign-kings! that you have room enough, wherein to be free.
"And, may it please you, you are free, partly, because you are young.
Your nation is like a fine, florid youth, full of fiery impulses, and hard to restrain; his strong hand nobly championing his heart.

On all sides, freely he gives, and still seeks to acquire.

The breath of his nostrils is like smoke in spring air; every tendon is electric with generous resolves.

The oppressor he defies to his beard; the high walls of old opinions he scales with a bound.

In the future he sees all the domes of the East.
"But years elapse, and this bold boy is transformed.