War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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.
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But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
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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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And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
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Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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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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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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Some people are more nice than wise.
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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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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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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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