Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
WILLIAM COWPERWhen nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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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 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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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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