Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt. >>
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was posses >>
Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; t >>
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without su >>
I cannot be fired. Slaves have to be sold. >>
Captivity is the greatest of all evils that can befall 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.