Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERReasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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The 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.
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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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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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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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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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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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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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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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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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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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