The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
WILLIAM COWPERFar happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
More William Cowper Quotes
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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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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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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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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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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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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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
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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 man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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