Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
WILLIAM COWPERThere 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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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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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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I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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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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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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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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