Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
WILLIAM COWPERPride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
WILLIAM COWPERWe turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
WILLIAM COWPERTo 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.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge 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;
WILLIAM COWPERThere is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
WILLIAM COWPERNo traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
WILLIAM COWPERA life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
WILLIAM COWPERNow stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
WILLIAM COWPEREvents of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
WILLIAM COWPERThe Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
WILLIAM COWPERYe fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
WILLIAM COWPERMan may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
WILLIAM COWPERA heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
WILLIAM COWPERHow sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
WILLIAM COWPER