Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
More William Cowper Quotes
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What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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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 true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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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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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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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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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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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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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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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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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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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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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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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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