The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
WILLIAM COWPERSpring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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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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Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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