Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
WILLIAM COWPERThus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
More William Cowper Quotes
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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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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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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