The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
WILLIAM COWPERThe proud are ever most provoked by pride.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
WILLIAM COWPERSends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
WILLIAM COWPERThe only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
WILLIAM COWPERWould I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
WILLIAM COWPERIf my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
WILLIAM COWPERUnless a love of virtue light the flame,
WILLIAM COWPERHe that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
WILLIAM COWPEROh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
WILLIAM COWPERFar happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
WILLIAM COWPERNor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
WILLIAM COWPERNow stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
WILLIAM COWPERNo traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
WILLIAM COWPERBlest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
WILLIAM COWPERThe kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
WILLIAM COWPER