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.”
WILLIAM COWPERThe 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.”
WILLIAM COWPERThe man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
WILLIAM COWPERThe innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
WILLIAM COWPERSpring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
WILLIAM COWPERSome people are more nice than wise.
WILLIAM COWPERThe darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
WILLIAM COWPERAccomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
WILLIAM COWPERCeremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
WILLIAM COWPERGod moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
WILLIAM COWPERBlind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
WILLIAM COWPERGod made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
WILLIAM COWPERThe rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
WILLIAM COWPERThe nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
WILLIAM COWPERVariety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
WILLIAM COWPERNow stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
WILLIAM COWPER