The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
WILLIAM COWPERThe bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Judge 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;
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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