Before complaining that you are a slave to another, be sure that you are not a slave to self. Look within;...You will find there, perchance, slavish thoughts, slavish desires, and in your daily life and conduct slavish habits. Conquer these; cease to be a slave to self, and no man will have the power to enslave you.
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Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
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Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion absolute; that right we hold
By his donation; but man over men
He made not lord; such title to himself
Reserving, human left from human free.
It [Chinese Labour in South Africa] could not, in the opinion of
His Majesty's Government, be classified as slavery read more
It [Chinese Labour in South Africa] could not, in the opinion of
His Majesty's Government, be classified as slavery in the extreme
acceptance of the word without some risk of terminological
inexactitude.
Base is the slave that pays.
Base is the slave that pays.
[England] a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to
breathe in.
[England] a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to
breathe in.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They read more
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Excessive liberty leads both nations and individuals into
excessive slavery.
[Lat., Nimia libertas et populis et privatis in read more
Excessive liberty leads both nations and individuals into
excessive slavery.
[Lat., Nimia libertas et populis et privatis in nimiam servitutem
cadit.]
I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted
I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls read more
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.
