The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
WILLIAM COWPERWhen nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
More William Cowper Quotes
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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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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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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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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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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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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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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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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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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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