Maxioms by William Cowper
The sinews of affairs are cut.
The sinews of affairs are cut.
True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.
True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.
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.
