And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse, 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.
More William Cowper Quotes
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
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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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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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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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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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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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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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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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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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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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