It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
WILLIAM COWPERIt chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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 COWPERThe only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERThe still small voice is wanted.
WILLIAM COWPERHow 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.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
WILLIAM COWPERTea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
WILLIAM COWPERTo follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
WILLIAM COWPERVice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
WILLIAM COWPERReasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
WILLIAM COWPERThe Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
WILLIAM COWPERI seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
WILLIAM COWPERThe only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
WILLIAM COWPERA self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPER