Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
WILLIAM COWPERGod made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
More William Cowper Quotes
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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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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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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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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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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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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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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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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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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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