Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
WILLIAM COWPERIf my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
More William Cowper Quotes
-
-
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
WILLIAM COWPER -
To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
WILLIAM COWPER -
While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
WILLIAM COWPER -
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
WILLIAM COWPER -
The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
WILLIAM COWPER -
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,
WILLIAM COWPER -
He 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.
WILLIAM COWPER -
I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
WILLIAM COWPER -
The still small voice is wanted.
WILLIAM COWPER -
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
WILLIAM COWPER -
All we behold is miracle.
WILLIAM COWPER -
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
WILLIAM COWPER -
War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
WILLIAM COWPER -
A fool must now and then be right, by chance
WILLIAM COWPER -
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
WILLIAM COWPER -
Grief is itself a medicine.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPER -
After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
WILLIAM COWPER -
This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
WILLIAM COWPER