“Still I'll rise.”
“Just like moons and suns,With certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.”
“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies.You may trod me in the very dirt, but still like dust, I'll rise.”
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!”
“And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.”
“Fight on my men,"says Sir Andrew Barton,I am hurt,but I am not slain;I'll lay me down and bleed a-while,And then I'll rise and fight again".”