The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
WILLIAM COWPERBuilt God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
More William Cowper Quotes
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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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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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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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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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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