But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease. WILLIAM COWPER EaseMeanModestyPressStill
The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose. WILLIAM COWPER ComesOnlySquandering
I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door. WILLIAM COWPER EveryForsakenHeraLionOneShut
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away. WILLIAM COWPER CatsMenaMisusePlanToyWay
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. WILLIAM COWPER ColorEnforceFellowFindSkinSlavery
Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die WILLIAM COWPER LivingSanctuary
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze. WILLIAM COWPER HandRock
