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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
WILLIAM COWPER

Depend Eternal Friend Hardly Single Thing Truth
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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Ease Mean Modesty Please Press Remember Still
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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Address Anxious Become Change Conscious Feed Gesture Grace Guilt Impressed Messenger Much Tender
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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Blind God Interpreter Make Mysterious Vain Ways Work
The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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Comes Happiness Only Ourselves Purpose Squandering
After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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Abundant After Drought Fall Flower Herb Long Rain Rejoice
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Carry Effect Further Get God Honor Impute Key Medicine Recovery Rob Say Well
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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Egg Fatal Laid Pleasure Regret Remorse
God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Devil God Honey Made Men Pride
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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Hand Rock Spring Tree
Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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Harmony Heaven Love Religious Universal
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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Blessing Cloud Courage Fearful Saint Take
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
WILLIAM COWPER

Apealted Blest Blood Chill Each Hear Rude Rudely Supreme Theme Trifling
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
WILLIAM COWPER

Air Brisk Ear Heart Martial Melt Mind Music Pease Pitch Soul Sound Sympathy
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Ceaseless Corrosion Divide Joy Know May Passionate Temper
Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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Good Grow Living Lying Quality Sanctuary Sick Solitude

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