Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERBlest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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 COWPERThe 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.
WILLIAM COWPERBooks are not seldom talismans and spells.
WILLIAM COWPERHe that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
WILLIAM COWPERThe 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.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
WILLIAM COWPERHabits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
WILLIAM COWPERThey whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
WILLIAM COWPERAbsence of proof is not proof of absence.
WILLIAM COWPERGrief is itself a medicine.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
WILLIAM COWPERThe nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
WILLIAM COWPERThe kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
WILLIAM COWPER