It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
WILLIAM COWPERA fool must now and then be right, by chance
More William Cowper Quotes
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. 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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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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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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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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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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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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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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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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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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Remorse begets reform.
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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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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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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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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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