Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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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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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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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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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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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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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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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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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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