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.
WILLIAM COWPERThis fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
More William Cowper Quotes
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
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The 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.
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Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
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Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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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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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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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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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. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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