Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.

Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!

Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

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.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.