Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
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.