The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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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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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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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.
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Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
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All we behold is miracle.
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Still ending, and beginning still.
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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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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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