Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
WILLIAM COWPERA heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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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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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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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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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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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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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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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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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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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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