William Cowper

“ That will wind itself round the sides of a man,
As close as a hoop round a bucket or can,
Which nobody can deny.
Here's padlocks and bolts, and screws for the thumbs,
That squeeze them so lovingly till the blood comes,
They sweeten the temper like comfits or plums,
Which nobody can deny.
When a negro his head from his victuals withdraws,
And clenches his teeth and thrusts out his paws,
Here's a notable engine to open his jaws,
Which nobody can deny. ”