t'inforce

Updated: July 31, 2026

He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own, and having pow'r T'inforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd, Make enemies of nations, who had else, Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.

Thomas Clarkson - The History of the Rise, Progress and Accomplishment of the Abolition of the African Slave Trade by the British Parliament (1808), Volume I