To purify their wine, some people bleed
A lamb into the barrel, and succeed;
No nostrum, planters say, is half so good
To make fine sugar as a negros blood.
Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things,
And thence perhaps this wondrous virtue springs,
Tis in the blood of innocence alone
Good cause why planters never try their own.
Epigram Printed In The Northampton Mercury.
William Cowper
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