How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
WILLIAM COWPERIn a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
More William Cowper Quotes
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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Some people are more nice than wise.
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The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
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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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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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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.
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Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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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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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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