Still Ending, And Beginning Still.

God Moves In Mysterious Ways His Wonders To Performs

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

Forced From Home, And All Its Pleasures, Afric Coast I Left Forlorn; To Increase A Stranger's Treasures, O The Raging Billows Borne. Men From England Bought And Sold Me, Paid My Price In Paltry Gold; But, Though Theirs They Have Enroll'd Me, Minds Are Never To Be Sold.

An Epigram Is But A Feeble Thing - With Straw In Tail, Stuck There By Way Of Sting.

They Best Can Judge A Poet's Worth, Who Oft Themselves Have Known The Pangs Of A Poetic Birth By Labours Of Their Own.