Grief is itself a medicine.
WILLIAM COWPERGrief is itself a medicine.
WILLIAM COWPERDeep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
WILLIAM COWPERA life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
WILLIAM COWPERMan may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
WILLIAM COWPERThe man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
WILLIAM COWPERHabits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
WILLIAM COWPERBooks are not seldom talismans and spells.
WILLIAM COWPERTea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
WILLIAM COWPERI seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
WILLIAM COWPERHappy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERThrows up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
WILLIAM COWPEREvents of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
WILLIAM COWPERAn idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
WILLIAM COWPERUnless a love of virtue light the flame,
WILLIAM COWPER