A fool must now and then be right, by chance
WILLIAM COWPERYe therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
More William Cowper Quotes
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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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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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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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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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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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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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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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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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Remorse begets reform.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. 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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But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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