Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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.
Remorse begets reform.
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.