God made the country, and man made the town.
WILLIAM COWPERGod moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
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Would I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
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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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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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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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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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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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And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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