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.
WILLIAM COWPERA self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
More William Cowper Quotes
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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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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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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
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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.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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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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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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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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But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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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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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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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 proof is not proof of absence.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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