We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
WILLIAM COWPERPride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
More William Cowper Quotes
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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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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What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
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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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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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Would I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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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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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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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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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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