Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
WILLIAM COWPERBut 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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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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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 only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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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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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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What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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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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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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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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Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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