The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
WILLIAM COWPERThe path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
WILLIAM COWPERThere 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.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERI will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
WILLIAM COWPERSatire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
WILLIAM COWPERA life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
WILLIAM COWPERHappy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
WILLIAM COWPERSatan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
WILLIAM COWPERSolitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
WILLIAM COWPERThe bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
WILLIAM COWPERGreat offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
WILLIAM COWPERAbsence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
WILLIAM COWPERSkins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERThey whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
WILLIAM COWPER