Life without the courage for death is slavery

Life without the courage for death is slavery

Base is the slave that pays.

Base is the slave that pays.

Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., read more

Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliae fines penetraverint
eodem momento liberi sunt.]

If any man ascribes anything of salvation, even the very least thing, to the free will of man, he knows read more

If any man ascribes anything of salvation, even the very least thing, to the free will of man, he knows nothing of grace, and he has not learned Jesus Christ rightly

[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.

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.

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.

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.

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.