Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
WILLIAM COWPERSatan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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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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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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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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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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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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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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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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