William Cowper

I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
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I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not read more

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not to be his slaves.