How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
WILLIAM COWPERGlory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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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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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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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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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 a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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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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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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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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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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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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