The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. – William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. – William Cowper
Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a strangers treasures, o the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, paid my price in paltry gold; but, though theirs they have enrolld me, minds are never to be sold. – William Cowper