Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse begets reform.
More William Cowper Quotes
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The still small voice is wanted.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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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.
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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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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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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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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
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The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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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.
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