Would I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
WILLIAM COWPERI pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
More William Cowper Quotes
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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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.”
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How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
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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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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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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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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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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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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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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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