John Anderson

Progress came and took its toll,
And in the name of flood control,
They made their plans and they drained the land,
Now the glades are going dry.
And the last time I walked in the swamp,
I sat upon a Cypress stump,
I listened close and I heard the ghost,
Of Osceola cry.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,

Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

John Winthrop, Biblical Social Justice

God almighty in His most holy and wise providence hath so disposed of the condition of mankind, as in all times some must be rich, some poor, some high and eminent in power and dignity, others mean and in subjection.

No man is made more honor than another or more wealthy, etc., out of any particular and singular respect to himself, but for the glory of His creator and the common good of the creature, man.

The rich and mighty should not eat up the poor, nor the poor and despised rise up against their superiors and shake off their yoke.

John Bunyan

It is said that in some countries trees will grow, but will bear no fruit because there is no winter.