When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
WILLIAM COWPERThe rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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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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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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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.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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