Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
WILLIAM COWPERGreat offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
WILLIAM COWPERBlest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
WILLIAM COWPERGod made the country, and man made the town.
WILLIAM COWPERManner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
WILLIAM COWPERIn a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
WILLIAM COWPERCeremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
WILLIAM COWPERThis fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
WILLIAM COWPERWhile truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
WILLIAM COWPERThey whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
WILLIAM COWPEROh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
WILLIAM COWPERAbsence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
WILLIAM COWPERPride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
WILLIAM COWPERKnowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
WILLIAM COWPERSpring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
WILLIAM COWPERThe path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
WILLIAM COWPER