England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
WILLIAM COWPEREngland with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
WILLIAM COWPERReasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
WILLIAM COWPERThrows up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
WILLIAM COWPER[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
WILLIAM COWPERTruth is the golden girdle of the globe.
WILLIAM COWPERThe rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
WILLIAM COWPERHeaven’s harmony is universal love.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
WILLIAM COWPERGod made the country, and man made the town.
WILLIAM COWPERUnless a love of virtue light the flame,
WILLIAM COWPERHappy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
WILLIAM COWPERHow sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
WILLIAM COWPERAbsence of proof is not proof of absence.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERMan may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
WILLIAM COWPER