Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
WILLIAM COWPERAfter long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
More William Cowper Quotes
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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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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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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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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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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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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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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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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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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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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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