It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
WILLIAM COWPEREvents of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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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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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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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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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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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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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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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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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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