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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.

William Cowper

Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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Labor Much Pleasure Tire Tries
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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Lodge Solitude Some Successful War Wilderness
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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Bless Cease Continue Enemies Friend Pray Such
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Love Mercy Son Therefore
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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Alarm Face House Sage Seen Solitude
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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Day Death Every Happier Look
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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Every Mistakes Reasoning Step Tread
Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Affection Black Dwell Skin White
Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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Alone Flower Luster Perfume Weed Wisdom
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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Exhilarate Languid Music Nature Rural Sight Silence Tone
Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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Exterior Fall Grace Place Taken Wisdom
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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Alone Heaven Lost Oar Prevail Toil
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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Bitter Bud God Interpreter Olan Sweet Taste Unbelief Vain Will
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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Accustom Fall Flower Man Rain Solitude
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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Difficult Ease Happiness Life Pursuit
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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Egg Fatal Laid Pleasure Regret Remorse

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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