Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
WILLIAM COWPERSolitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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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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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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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.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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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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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
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The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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