…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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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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We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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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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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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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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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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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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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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All we behold is miracle.
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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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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
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Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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