While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
WILLIAM COWPERThe 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.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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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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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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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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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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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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Remorse begets reform.
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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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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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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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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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And 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.
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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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Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
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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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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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