A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
WILLIAM COWPERVice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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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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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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But 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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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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Still ending, and beginning still.
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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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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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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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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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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