The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse begets reform.
More William Cowper Quotes
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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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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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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Some people are more nice than wise.
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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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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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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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