Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

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.