Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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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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What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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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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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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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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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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All we behold is miracle.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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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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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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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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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
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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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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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