Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
WILLIAM COWPERMen deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
WILLIAM COWPER…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
WILLIAM COWPERThe 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.
WILLIAM COWPERWar’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
WILLIAM COWPERGod made the country, and man made the town.
WILLIAM COWPERThe nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERAll we behold is miracle.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
WILLIAM COWPERThe path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
WILLIAM COWPERMaintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
WILLIAM COWPERA fool must now and then be right, by chance
WILLIAM COWPERStill ending, and beginning still.
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse begets reform.
WILLIAM COWPERI 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.
WILLIAM COWPER