Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a stranger's treasures, o the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, paid my price in paltry gold; but, though theirs they have enroll'd me, minds are never to be sold.

It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.