Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
WILLIAM COWPERKnowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
WILLIAM COWPERWhen nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
WILLIAM COWPERTruth is the golden girdle of the globe.
WILLIAM COWPERI pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
WILLIAM COWPERI am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
WILLIAM COWPERWould I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
WILLIAM COWPERStill ending, and beginning still.
WILLIAM COWPERAbsence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
WILLIAM COWPERPerhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
WILLIAM COWPERThey whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
WILLIAM COWPERWe turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
WILLIAM COWPERKnowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
WILLIAM COWPERNor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
WILLIAM COWPERAfter long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERHow sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
WILLIAM COWPER