Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
WILLIAM COWPERO 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.
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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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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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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The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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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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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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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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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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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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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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