Kent. Mortimer, ’tis I. But hath thy portion wrought so happily? Younger Mortimer. It hath, my lord: the warders all asleep, I thank them, gave me leave to pass in peace.

Chimneysweepers are, in all countries, in a state deserving great pity. Their condition in London has led to the establishment of a Society for superseding the necessity of climbing-boys, by encouraging a new method of sweeping chimneys […]

It has nothing to do with race, has to do with ethnicisity, there is a difference. The peoples of the turd world are dismal failures, their culture promoted reproducing to the point the environment can not sustain them at comfortable levels, the price of that historically has been death. It just so happens that the majority of the third world is non-white.

In his satires Horace is quick, round, and […] pleasant.