Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
WILLIAM COWPERHe 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.
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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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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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
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We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
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They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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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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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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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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Solitude, 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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