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.
WILLIAM COWPERGod made the country, and man made the town.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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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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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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Some people are more nice than wise.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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Still ending, and beginning still.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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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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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.”
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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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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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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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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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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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The still small voice is wanted.
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