'Tis not how witty, nor how free

There is no up-hill in the skyes; Clouds stay not feathered feete.

The sunn must lend his goulden beames, Soft windes their breath, green trees their shade, Sweete fields their flowers, cleare springs their streams, Ere such another smyle bee made.

Wages is a cunning device of the devil, for the benefit of tender consciences, who would retain all the advantages of the slave system, without the expense, trouble, and odium of being slave-holders.

'Twas the blood of the Saxon within them that ran; They held—to be free is the birthright of man.

I have seen no Hindu who seemed to me prepared intellectually and morally for the freedom he would find in American society; nor are Americans prepared for the air of innocence and exaltation worn by very undeserving Orientals.

The day you make soldiers of them is the beginning of the end