Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

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.

What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

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

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.