If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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.
God made the country, and man made the town.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
Absence of occupation is not rest.