God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. – 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
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. – William Cowper
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? – 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