O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
WILLIAM COWPER
Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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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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O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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