Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
WILLIAM COWPERA heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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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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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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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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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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The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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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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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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